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"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."

"And for what?"

"Well, isn't it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?"

"I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane."

Six o'clock and the siren

kicks him from a dream,

tries to shake it off

but it just won't stop.

Can't find the strength

but he's got promises to keep,

and wood to chop before he sleeps.

I may never get over

but never's better than now,

I've got bases to cover.

He's in the parking lot

and he's just sitting in his car.

It's nine o'clock

but he can't get out.

He lights a cigarette

and turns the music down,

but just can't seem

to shake that sound.

Once I thought I'd get over

but it's too late for me now,

I've got bases to cover.

Melody walks through the door

and memory flies out the window.

Nobody knows what they want

until they finally let it all go.

The pain inside,

coming outside.

The pain inside,

coming outside...

So many ways to drown a man,

so many ways to drag him down.

Some are fast and some

take years and years.

Can't hear what he's saying

when he's talking in his sleep.

He finally found the sound

but he's in too deep.

I could never get over,

is it too late for me now?

Feel like blowing my cover!

Melody walks through the door

and memory flies out the window.

Nobody knows what they want

until they finally let it all go.

But don't cut your losses too soon

because you'll only be cutting your throat.

Answer a call while you still hear at all

because nobody will if you won't.

"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."

"I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane..."