It's 3 o'clock in the morning
And I'm making my way to you
Walking along the pavement
Like the bones in a skeleton crew
Fighting to stand alone
Stand on one leg or maybe two
But the grave is calling me home
And I don't want to go without you
Looking forward to the sunrise
Holding my heart in my hands, it is true
Guessing that you'd see in my eyes
That I truly love you
Hoping to God I can see you again
Maybe just as a friend, who knew
The depths of longing and pain
I've gone to over my love of you
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