it's late at night, it's after four
and I don't want this life anymore
ooh, just sing to me
sing to me
I wonder what's behind the golden door
that I can't get off the kitchen floor
ooh, this isn't me
aah
they've got to keep filling up the hole
the hole
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
how long is this road, this road
with every turn, morning forms
ooh, this isn't me
ooh, we've got to keep filling up the hole
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
aah-aah-aah-ahh
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