Its three oclock in the morning,
Or maybe its four.
I am thinking of you,
Wondering what I should I do,
But Im finally cutting through this haze.
Its four oclock in the morning,
Or maybe its five.
I think Im alive,
And I think Ill survive.
Im finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
Im in a haze of love.
Yeah you dont love me like I love you.
All though you pretend,
I can see this will end.
Im finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
Im in a haze of love.
Its five oclock in the morning,
Or maybe its six.
I am sick of your lies.
I am sick of your tricks.
Im finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
For days and days and days,
For days and days and days,
Im in a haze of love.
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