My Drug Hell - 2am | Текст песни

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2AM (Tim Briffa)

2 o' clock in the morning in a hotel room I sit up awake,
I've drunken all the gin, but my sorrows still swim how love aches,
The hum of the television set as the channels close down,
I wouldn't really care who I just wish there was someone around,
What am I supposed to do?

Maybe I should call her up on the phone, hope she's alone, tell her that I need her,
But what if she says that she's made up her mind,
It's for real this time, no more crying on her shoulder.

2 o' clock in the morning in a hotel room, I'm feeling low,
I look out through the window to the streets down below,
A drunk lies in the alleyway and he looks a lot like me,
The town is asleep, but for me who weeps and I hope she.
What am I supposed to do?

Maybe I should call her up on the phone, hope she's alone, tell her that I need her,
But what if she says that she's made up her mind,
It's for real this time, no more crying on her shoulder.

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What am I supposed to do?
Maybe I should call her up on the phone, hope she's alone, tell her that I need her,
But what if she says that she's made up her mind,
It's for real this time, no more crying on her shoulder.

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