Long hours are still to come,My lonesome heart is still beating fast.The phones don’t work and you can’t get in touch with me,So this must be my awakening.I toss and turn, I just can’t sleep,So why is this meaning so deep.Now I lay here, looking back.Turn back the clocks, send me back.Send me where no one can find me.Send me where no one can hurt me.Send me back to my awakening.

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