| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «And for what?»
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| «Well, isn’t it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?»
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| «I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane.»
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| Six o’clock the siren kicks him from a dream
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| Tries to shake it off but it just won’t stop
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| Can’t find the strength but he’s got promises to keep
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| And wood to chop before he sleeps
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| I may never get over
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| But never’s better than now
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| I’ve got bases to cover
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| He’s in the parking lot and he’s just sitting in his car
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| It’s nine o’clock but he can’t get out
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| He lights a cigarette and turns the music down
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| But he just can’t seem to shake that sound
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| Once I thought I’d get over
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| But it’s too late for me now
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| I’ve got bases to cover
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| Melody walks through the door
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| And memory flies out the window
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| And nobody knows what they want
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| 'til they finally let it all go
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| The pain inside coming outside
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| The pain inside coming outside
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| The pain inside coming outside
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| The pain inside
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| Come outside
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| So many ways to drown a man
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| So many ways to drag him down
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| Some are fast and some take years and years
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| You can’t hear what he’s saying when he’s talking in his sleep
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| He finally found the sound but he’s in too deep
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| I could never get over
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| Is it too late for me now?
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| Feel like blowing my cover
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| Melody walks through the door
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| And memory flies out the window
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| And nobody knows what they want
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| 'til they finally let it all go
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| But don’t cut your losses too soon
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| Cause you’ll only be cutting your throat
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| And answer a call while you still hear at all
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| Cause nobody will if you won’t
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «Six o’clock on a Christmas morning…»
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| «I know all about the honor of God, Mary…»
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| «I know all about the honor of God, Mary…»
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| «I know all about the honor of God, Mary…»
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| «I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane.» |