It's 5 o'clock in the morning
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And I give up on sleep
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life (?) with a conscience
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and I decide to walk away
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So I find my posessions
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And slide from your room
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Ignore all regrets
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I push myself into the street
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I, I, I dont want to talk
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I've said my piece
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and I'll just go now
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I would love to believe and be?
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content to wait
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with you again
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At 6 o'clock in the morning
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you'll awake all alone
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and pause for a moment
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to damn or bless me
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as you wish
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I, I, I dont want to talk
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I've said my piece
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and I'll just go now
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I would love to believe and be?
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content to wait
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with you again
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I agree, it would never be right
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and I'll just go now, and id love to believe
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and id be content to wait with you again, again, again
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I, I, I dont want to talk
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I've said my piece
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and I'll just go now
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I would love to believe and be?
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content to wait
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with you again
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5AM
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| Appleton |
