| Black coffee from a Texaco
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| A lotto ticket 'cause you never know
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| Another up-all-night, moving slow
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| It’s 11am but I’m good to go
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| Black leather buckets, yeah the seats get hot
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| Window down, wind just coolin' it off
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| No it ain’t the red light making me stop
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| It’s four ones on a dashboard clock
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| It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish
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| I wish you wouldn’t have left
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| No, not the way that you did
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| Why the hell did I say things that I didn’t mean
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| Why didn’t I say you were everything, everything
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| 11:11, I hope it’s there on your phone
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| I hope you’re thinking of me
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| And you hate being alone, like I do
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| I hope you miss me like I miss you
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| It’s 11:11
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| It’s 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
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| Then it’s 2-for-1s with the guys
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| The sun sets and the white stars start to rise
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| It’s gonna be a good, good night
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| Then it’s 10 o’clock and we all pay
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| We all go our own separate ways
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| I turn the key, a little bit dazed
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| But right there on the microwave
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| It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish
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| I wish you wouldn’t have left
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| No, not the way that you did |
| Why the hell did I say things that I didn’t mean
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| Why didn’t I say you were everything, everything
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| 11:11, I hope it’s there on your phone
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| I hope you’re thinking of me
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| And you hate being alone, like I do
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| I hope you miss me like I miss you
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| It’s 11:11
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| It’s 11:11
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| Yeah it’s 11:11
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| It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish
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| I wish you wouldn’t have left
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| No, not the way that you did
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| It’s 11:11 and I can’t help make a wish
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| I wish you wouldn’t have left, not the way that you did
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| Why the hell did I say things that I didn’t mean
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| Why didn’t I say you were everything, everything
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| 11:11, I hope it’s there on your phone
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| I hope you’re thinking of me
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| And you hate being alone like I do
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| I hope you miss me like I miss you
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| It’s 11:11
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| Yeah it’s 11:11
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| Oh it’s 11:11
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| Yeah and I miss you |