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Tuesday, 3 am
Once again I’m wide awake.
Waiting for this time to mend this heart of mine,
That keeps on breaking.
Newspapers I throw away
Wash the dishes in the sink
3 am, on Tuesday
I have to much time to think.
I could call out to heaven
I could crawl down through hell
Nothing will change the way
the way they are, ...
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