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It's five 'o'clock in the morning, |
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Ain't got a dime. |
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Standing under your window, |
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That ain't no crime. |
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Keeping out of the weather, |
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Up for the dawn. |
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Yeah I'm stealing stealing, |
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When I should be gone. |
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Six 'o'clock in the morning, |
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Ain't got no prayer. |
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Cause your never no answer, |
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But I know your there. |
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It's my own fault you see, |
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It must be the wine. |
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Got this fever, getting deeper, |
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Until it cuts like a knife.yeah |
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You've got me walking that lonely mile, |
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Just like a child. |
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Why you trying to act so tough, |
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Tell me what's my crime.yeah |
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Nine 'o'clock in the morning, |
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Still no sign. |
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Turn on the big sun, |
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Switch down the night. |
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Like a hand in a glove. |
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We were partners in crime, |
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I'm goin to leave here. |
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Shouldn't be here, |
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Walk down that lonely mile. |