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Something I just can't put my finger on is haunting me, tearing me I'm left with bits and pieces of a memory just a memory oh! I must have broke her up with my talk last night But that was a heated moment and that's alright Someone I just don't wanna listen to is calling me, boring me Some untamed short-change lesson out of of history, it used to be oh! I must have cut her up with the things I said I wait a while recalling just what I said Woh oh oh later in the waking hour Woh oh oh later in the waking hour Woh oh oh later in the waking hour Woh oh oh later in the waking hour When the music's gone round and the rhythm has laid down I like what I find, right there in the waking hour I must have cut her up with the things that I said I wait a while recalling just what I said I'll get to twist and shout in the waking hour I like to be about in the waking hour After the music stopped, when it's gone and the rhythm has laid down That's when I find out right there in the waking hour and oh! From Letras Mania