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  • 3am
    Matchbox Twenty
    14 Aug 2003

    She says it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
    She's always worried about things like that
    She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
    And she only sleeps when it's raining
    And she screams and her voice is straining

    She says baby
    It's 3am I must be lonely
    When she says baby
    Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
    Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

    She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
    And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all
    She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
    And she only sleep when it's raining
    And she screams and her is straining

    She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
    And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days
    She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
    But outside it's stopped raining