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Sunday night, now I know |
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How the night can pass slow |
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All kinds of ugly outside that's right |
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And I'm all alone tonight |
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Distant highway din |
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Leaky roof my doubt drips in |
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As the street lights up my prospects dim |
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She turns in bed and dreams of him |
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Where's the solace you can find |
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At the bottom of your mind |
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My friends pushed me from behind |
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Now it feels so empty I could die |
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Ladder to the edge |
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Hangover throbs inside my head |
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And all the stupid things I've ever said |
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Now make me wish that I was dead |
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It's night time |
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Greenwich Mean time |
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A man puts up a detour sign |
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And the waterfalls of regret |
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Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat |
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Where's the solace you can find |
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At the bottom of your mind |
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My friends pushed me from behind |
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Now it feels so empty I could die |
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Sunday night, tonight |
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Where's the solace you can find |
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At the bottom of your mind |
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My friends pushed me from behind |
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Now it feels so empty I could die |
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Die |
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Die |
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Sunday |
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Sunday night |
