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Three in the morning, still awake
The blankets twisted like a snake
I count the cracks upon the wall
And wonder why I said it all
I replayed the words we spoke last night
The bitter edges, sharp and bright
But somewhere in the quiet dawn
The heaviness seemed almost gone
Turn the pillow, kick the sheet
The clock on the wall won't miss a beat
I've been too proud to bend my way
I'm ready now to say what I should say
Turn the pillow, kick the sheet
The clock on the wall won't miss a beat
I'll find the words we never said
And turn them into peace instead
I replayed the words we spoke last night
The bitter edges, sharp and bright
But somewhere in the quiet dawn
The heaviness seemed almost gone
Turn the pillow, kick the sheet
The clock on the wall won't miss a beat
I've been too proud to bend my way
I'm ready now to say what I should say
Turn the pillow, kick the sheet
The clock on the wall won't miss a beat
I'll find the words we never said
And turn them into peace instead