Released on 1994

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Three A.M, I'm going home

Stumbling, staggering alone

Felt so tired all at once

Some sense something must be wrong

Wreck a glass and everything

Breathing cold, blue air again

Wish someone would call me back

Ask me in and let me stay

And then just hold me 'till I wake up

Hey hey, hey

And then I promise I will shape up

Hey hey, hey

There's no need to pity me

I'll rise higher than today

It's a temporary stage

There's just nothing you can say

But you can hold me 'till I wake up

Hey hey, hey

And then I promise I will shape up

Hey hey, hey

There won't be anything to make up

Hey hey, hey

Three A.M, I'm going home

Stumbling, staggering alone

Felt so tired all at once

Some sense something must be wrong

Why don't you hold me 'till I wake up?

Oh oh, oh

And then I promise I will shape up

Oh oh, oh

There won't be anything to make up

Oh oh, oh