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In the whiskey hours |
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I sit mourning |
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But the morning brings no consolation |
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Sun is rising - sky is yawning |
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But the new day brings no celebration |
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No celebration |
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Reminds me life is hard |
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Here in my back yard |
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And I lie awake |
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And I stare at the sky |
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And my life passes by |
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And I lie here suffering, wondering |
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How long, how long |
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In a sea of silence |
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I lay wondering |
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But with it comes no real solution |
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Dreams die young |
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In this world of violence |
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Just to be betrayed by revolution-revolution |
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Still my life is hard here in my back yard |
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And I lie awake |
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And I stare at the sky |
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And my life passes by |
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And I lie here suffering, wondering |
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How long, how long |
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We are only the beginning here |
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None of us will reach the end |
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So hold me close like an angel |
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With your breath draw me in |
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Feel me swim through your bloodstream |
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Hear my voice - soft but clear |
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After today things will never be the same |
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I'm sorry for you, my dear |
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In a world of darkness |
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We are surrounded - surrounded by eternity |
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We reach out but no love abounds us |
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Guess we traded it for sanity |
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Meanwhile life is hard here in my back yard |
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And I lie awake |
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And I stare at the sky |
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And my life passes by |
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And I lie here suffering, wondering |
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How long, how long |
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In the whiskey hours |
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I sit mourning |
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But the morning brings no consolation |
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Sun is rising - sky is yawning |
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But the new day brings no celebration |