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- moore

"six on a christmas morning..."
"and for "
"well, isn't it for the of god,
Aunt "
"i know all the honor of god,
jane."

Six o'clock the siren him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just won't
Can't find the strength but he's got to keep
And wood to chop before he

I may never get
But never's than now
I've got to cover

in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car
It's nine but he can't get out
He lights a
And turns the music
But can't seem to shake that sound

Once I I'd get over
But too late for me now
got bases to cover

Melody walks through the
And flies out the window
And nobody knows what they
'til they let it all go

The inside
outside

So many ways to a man
So many ways to him down
Some are fast and some take years and
hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
He finally the sound but he's in too deep

I could never get
Is it too late for me
like blowing my cover

Melody walks the door
And memory out the window
And knows what they want
'til finally let it all go

But don't cut your too soon
you'll only be cutting your throat
And a call while you still hear at all
'cause nobody will if you

"six on a christmas morning..."
"i know all about the of god,
Mary..."
"i know all the honor of god,
jane."