3am
Call me in the morning
Preferably 3am
When the world is quiet, your mind cloudy
Your soul is a double agent
He hijacks your body
He tells me all of the secrets you collected that day
Wispy memories float across space
Dreams are classified, he broke the code
For just a moment, he is my hero
He grips the phone tighter
You mustn't awake
He talks for hours until the sky turns gray
Classified information exist, he insists
I write it all down in the book of my mind
We will meet again, he informs
Preferably in the morning 3am
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