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Three AM.
It’s about a quarter to three,
Just my friends and me.
And I’ll be thinking of where you are tonight.
Putting away a few.
Always dreaming of you.
Hoping everything will turn out alright.
Why do you keep hanging around
If you don’t love me anymore?
It’s driving me crazy and
I want to bang at your door.
The way I am treated
Is like some marionette.
And honey, you haven’t heard
The last of me yet.
You think you can keep me
Out on that line.
Stringing me out
All of the time.
You’re just on my mind
Every second of the day.
None of these drinks will make you go away.
Yet here I am
And just my Last Call.
Gonna go home and walk down my hall.
You know it’s wrong, dear
To keep me on that string.
And there’s rumors, that I didn’t mean a thing to you.
Why do you keep hanging around
If you don’t love me anymore.
It’s driving me crazy and
I want to bang at your door.
The way I am treated
Is like some marionette.
And honey, you haven’t heard
The last of me yet.
You think you can keep me
Out on that line.
Stringing me out
All of the time.