Who are you in the other hours
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When your hair's undone
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And your guard's let down
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When you're all alone in your all nightgown
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Are you the life of the party then?
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Sitting by yourself, again
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Where are you in the other hours
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Are you in a secret place that calls
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When you're by yourself within your walls
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Are you undressed with someplace to go
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Off to catch your private show
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Why do you greet the sunrise
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Draping your heart in a shroud
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Why must your life be a sideshow
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Played to an ignorant crowd
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How are you, in the other hours
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Do you pray for morning to arrive
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Do you wonder how you can stay alive
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Are you at peace in a troubled mind
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Hoping no one else would find
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You're only playing dumb
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'til the other hours come
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You always cooking for someone else, aren’t you?
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All day long never ends.
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Making sure everybody else gets fed
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What about you?
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Don’t you ever get hungry?
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Don’t you ever feel an emptiness right here?
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Oh, you do, I can tell.
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You wake up hungry.
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You go to bed hungry.
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Who do you think you're fooling
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Turning your face from the light
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Clearly you're turning from something
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Better revealed by the night
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How are you, in the other hours
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Do you pray for morning to arrive
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Do you wonder how you can stay alive
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Are you at peace in a troubled mind
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Hoping no one else would find
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You're only playing dumb
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'til the other hours come
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The Other Hours
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
