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Who are you in the other hours |
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When your hair's undone |
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And your guard's let down |
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When you're all alone in your all nightgown |
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Are you the life of the party then? |
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Sitting by yourself, again |
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Where are you in the other hours |
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Are you in a secret place that calls |
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When you're by yourself with in your walls |
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Are you undressed with someplace to go |
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Off to catch your private show |
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Why do you greet the morning |
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Draping your heart in a shroud |
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Why must your life be a sideshow |
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Played to an ignorant crowd |
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How are you, in the other hours |
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Do you pray for morning to arrive |
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Do you wonder how you can stay alive |
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Are you at peace in a troubled mind |
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Hoping no one else would find |
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You're only playing dumb |
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'til the other hours come |
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[Piano] |
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Who do you think you're fooling |
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Turning your face from the light |
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Clearly you're turning to something |
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that are revealed by the night |
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What are you in the other hours |
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Are you queen of some abandoned song |
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Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone |
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You're sitting there with no one to reign |
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You think no one sees your pain |
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And no one hears your drum |
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So the other hours come |
