| I hate the night
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| I hate the darkness while I wait for the next day
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| I hate the night
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| I hate the quiet the world sleeps their cares away
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| I hate the ticking of the clock
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| That reminds me we don’t talk
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| So our problems never fade
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| I hate the moon that smirks down on me
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| And the stars that taunt my sight
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| The same moon and stars that you’d see
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| If you weren’t too occupied to look up to the sky
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| I hate the night
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| I hate the night
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| I hate the times I choose to drink myself to sleep
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| I hate the night
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| And all the Sundays when my soul is prayed to keep
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| I hate the sound of the alarm
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| And I’m ready to do harm
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| Up alone and counting sheep
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| I hate the moon that smirks down on me
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| And the stars that taunt my sight
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| The same moon and stars that you’d see
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| If you weren’t too occupied to look up to the sky
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| I hate the night
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| Don’t want to give you the impression that I smile the whole damn day
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| But that’s another song, another hell, another lifetime away
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| Away, away
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| I hate the night
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| I hate the night
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| I hate the minutes when I wonder where you are
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| I hate the night
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| I hate the quiet so I pick up my guitar
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| I hate the sound of my own voice
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| And I regret the choice
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| That put you so very far
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| I hate the moon that smirks down on me
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| And the stars that taunt my sight
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| The same moon and stars that you’d see
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| If you weren’t too occupied to look up to the sky
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| I hate the night |