| 5 o’clock in the morning
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| And there is no one on the street but me Well, it’s 5 o’clock in the morning
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| And there is no one on the street but me And I am evil, tired and lonely
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| And you’re not where you ought to be
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| I’d be so happy, baby
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| If you are where you ought to be This morning, I’d be so happy, baby
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| If you were where you ought to be This morning, my whole world is empty, darling
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| Because you’re not here with me Don’t think that I don’t love you
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| 'Cause I don’t write you everyday
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| Don’t feel that I don’t need you
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| Because I haven’t much to say
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| I love you and I need you
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| So bad that I could cry this morning
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| Until you are here with me, baby
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| Well, there’s no way in the world for me to be satisfied |