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Hours of the Night

It's two in the morning , without any warning I find I am missing you Your hot body, wasn't too shoddy It meant you were laying in my bed too It's three in the morning, I think I am mourning The loss of what we could have gone through When I was gone, I tried to move on I thought it was all over with you It's four in the morning, again there is a warning That I have to know we are through You never did call, I guess that is all That I need to know about you It's five in the morning, the sun is just dawning I now know that I am all over you We could have been great, I really couldn't wait For you to decide to care for me too

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