3AM

All the pretty boys and pretty girls getting high all the time

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So we're there, now it's real Now that you have me, do you want me still?

Never been faithful for a God above me But here I am down on my knees You know you're an angel You make it easy to believe

Skin I can study about Tiles get colder to touch Wood splinters, metal will rust But baby, she had all my trust And I guess that was never enough

Tells me some things I don't want to know And I can't see

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