| It’s three o’clock at the end of the day
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| It’s three o’clock in the morning gray
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| I’m alone and I’m very, very worried
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| All the bottles of wine have ravaged my mind
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| Another day’s gone by and I’m worried
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| And the night, and the night, it is bitter and short
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| For I know that a new day is coming
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| Another day, another day, all alone and blue
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| But for you I’ve pursued nothing
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| I dropped out of school to dwell on a dream
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| And now all that guilt is engulfing me
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| I can’t concentrate, I’m failing
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| Oh, were can she be?
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| I’m alone and I’m very, very worried
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| I know that I’ve always felt this way
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| God, I know that it’s always been this way
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| Since I was young, I’ve always felt this way
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| Well, do I f**k myself for the consistency?
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| I know that I have stumbled, and I know I’ve not been sharp
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| And when I’m leaving this world behind
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| I won’t bring another soul here to fall flat on their face
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| Or leave this world unkind |