Wire Crimes - 3AM
Throwing down with the shakes, another round with the devil
No counters, no combinations, feints not working
Hands at my navel, nothing stable
In the eighth round, I'm going down
Down to the main road the bus stop
Passengers silhouettes against the lights
This night feels right, I'm on top
It's time to paint it red
Run in the middle of the night
Run in the middle of the night
Run run run in the middle of the night
Run run run in the middle of the night
Run in the middle of the night
Running in the middle of the night
Run run run in the middle of the night
Run run run in the middle of the night
1AM again, my hands around my neck
The only me I can ever be is happening right now
2AM again, my hands around my neck
The only me I am is happening right now
3AM again, I'm holding in my breath
The only me I can be is who I am right now
4AM again, I'm standing on my neck
It's the best I'll ever be
It's the best I'll ever be
Up the hillside, around the block
Where have you beens, hells to pay
A yellow light under your door
Lets me know I can stay
Written by:
Adam Copeland
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