It's three o'clock in the morning
Or maybe it's four.
I am thinking of you
Wondering what I should do
But I'm finally cutting through this haze.
It's four o'clock in the morning
Or maybe it's five.
I think I'm alive
And I think I'll survive.
I'm finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days
I'm in a haze of love.
Yeah you don't love me like I love you.
All though you pretend,
I can see this will end.
I'm finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I'm in a haze of love.
It's five o'clock in the morning,
Or maybe it's six.
I am sick of your lies.
I am sick of your tricks.
I'm 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,
I'm in a haze of love
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