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the hour is late and i'm wide awakeanother sleeping pill means another mistakei can't hardly tell what goes on in my headand i don't expect you too eitherin fact, if you couldthen i couldn't love you like i dothere are demons in the depths of my mindand i don't want them to get their filthy mits on youmorning beckons and i'm no different to who i was the night beforeexcept my eyes look fairly bloodshotand i slept comfortably on the flooreveryone now then i forget who i amand i don't expect you to rememberin fact, if you couldthen i couldn't love you like i dothere are demons in the depths of my mindand i don't want them to get their filthy mits on youwhere do all the people goif not into eachothers arms?hyponotised by the tv showsit's enough to dull a young man's charmsthe hour is late, but i'm wide awake From Letras Mania