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a traumatic experience in my life |
| It was a cold dead night It was 3 a.m. She was a Girl unstrung She could always play that one Took a Ride in A chevy caprice The demons on the side of the road Were laughing at me It was 3 a.m. She shut off her mind It should've been different this time Comedy can be difficult with tape across Your mouth It was 3 a.m. She was a Girl unstrung I could always play that one His Breath made her cry His hands on her shoulders Made her cry His Intentions Made her cry She wore a Blue dress like the SKY At 3 a.m. Does that make it O.K? Reality paid a visit On that Surreal morning His eyes tracking her every move When she escaped Shoes In hand His breath was going to choke her to death Watch your Little Black Sheep run She knew she had sold out At 3 a.m. On a Saturday She walked towards the Sun Tears don't mean much She's cried before NO one would answer the DOOR She wanted to run to the Sun She wanted to feel CLEAN I took A ride in A chevy caprice I lost my dress I lost my LIGHT On the side of the ROAD It was 3 a.m. Just a girl Unstrung I knew I had sold out "Fuck this, I said, I"m no cop-out" I knew I had sold out at 3 a.m. On A Saturday © champaigne |
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