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Every night It's 3 am Dead hour The heals are awake The heals are alive A body without a soul Is a corpse of course Lifeless limbs Still walk In the dead hour Some say they're gone I say just broken Hickery tickery tock Hourglass breaks There goes the clock Birds chime away in the heads of the insane They are searching for something In the nothingness of black Staring at the ceiling Does the ceiling stare back? They think about outer space and stars Insomnia and insomniacs And healers and mystics of all kinds But there is no light to be seen and every night It's 3 am The dead hour
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
The dead hour
Every night It's 3 am Dead hour The heals are awake The heals are alive A body without a soul Is a corpse of course Lifeless limbs Still walk In the dead hour Some say they're gone I say just broken Hickery tickery tock Hourglass breaks There goes the clock Birds chime away in the heads of the insane They are searching for something In the nothingness of black Staring at the ceiling Does the ceiling stare back? They think about outer space and stars Insomnia and insomniacs And healers and mystics of all kinds But there is no light to be seen and every night It's 3 am The dead hour
Sageshortcake
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Sageshortcake
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
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