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There's something special about six o'clock |
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In the morning when it's still too early to knock. |
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And the dusty light shines down on the block |
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And reflects up and down on the hands of the clock. |
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Six o'clock, six o'clock. |
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A few hours ago she was standing here |
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Just watching the stars in our eyes |
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and the lights as uptights disappear. |
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And I could feel I could say what I want |
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That I could nudge her and call her my confidante |
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And now I'm back alone with just my shadow in front. |
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Six o'clock, six o'clock. |
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I went home and found that trying to sleep was a laugh |
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Just watching my eyelids knowing my brain bids the night not to pass. |
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I got up and got to scuffling around |
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But somehow it just wasn't the same happy town |
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And the bells didn't ring with the same happy sound. |
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Six o'clock, six o'clock. |
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If I go back where we parted |
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Could I ever be like that again? |
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Guess I'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow |
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But what can I do 'til then? |
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Guess I'll go back home and just wait until dawn |
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Guess I had to learn going back where we were wouldn't help at all. |
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And I wish my head had been working right |
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We'd have gone for coffee and talked all night. |
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But now I'm back alone feelin'twisted up tight. |
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Six o'clock, six o'clock. |
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Now I'm back alone... |
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Yes, now I'm back alone... |
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I'm back alone |