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(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff)
It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. andyou wont let me goif tomorrow comes I guess I'llnever knoweven in the darkest hour it's the brightesttime of dayeven when I go to bed I'm still awake
Eyes held up with toothpicks and my jawis going off
I will never leave you or admit that Iwas wrong
There's so many things I'd like to say, I'mfoaming at the mouthmaybe I could write, my pen ishallowed out
I've got ideas and inventions and I'd usethem if I couldstop waking up the next day whenthey're all no good
Please don't say another word, I knowyour story wellconversations take two but I'm talkingto myself
Now I need an alibi and everything Idid was truebut every word I said was just a lie
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