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1/8/2008 Tuesday 3amTuesday 3am once again I'm wide awake waiting for time to mend this part of me that keeps on breaking. Newspapers I threw away washed the dishes in the sink 3 am on tuesday I have too much time to think. And I could call up to heaven or I could crawl down through hell, nothing will change the way things are and nothing ever will. He thinks I cant hear him cry and I pretend that I dont know about all the 3ams he spends wrestling with your ghost. I hear him call out to heaven I watch him crawl down through hell he still can't get over you I know he never will. Nothing he says can bring you back he's got nothing left to show but a pocket watch and a memory of a kiss out in the snow. And I hear him call out to heaven I watch him crawl down through hell he still can't get over you I know he never will I hear him call out to heaven I watch him crawl down through hell he still can't get over you I know he never will... |
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