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There are twenty-three hours that I can get by |
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But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry |
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I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow |
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And the twenty-fourth hour is right about now |
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Right about now, the heartaches start calling |
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Right about now, the teardrops start falling |
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The late show is over and there's no place to go |
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And it's right about now, that I miss you you so |
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I start counting the hours when daylight begins |
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Or I know that when night comes, just how it will end |
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I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow |
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And the twenty-fourth hour is right about now |
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Right about now, the heartaches start calling |
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Right about now, the teardrops start falling |
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The late show is over and there's no place to go |
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And it's right about now, that I miss you you so |
