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Well now it's three o'clock in the morning And I can't even close my eyes Three o'clock in the morning baby And I can't even close my eyes Can't find my baby And I can't be satisfied
I've looked around me And my baby she can't be found I've looked all around me, people And my baby she can't be found You know if I don't find my baby I'm going down to the Golden Ground That's where the men hang out
Goodbye, everybody I believe this is the end Oh goodbye everybody I believe this is the end I want you to tell my baby Tell her please please forgive me Forgive me for my sins