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It's Midnight

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(Words & music by Wheeler - Chesnut)

Maybe it's too late. Sometimes
I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime
comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol
I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing
I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you
knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Ohh and I miss you

It's getting late and I know
that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking
so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten
out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you

It's getting late and
I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking
so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out
my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you

It's midnight and I miss you

 

 

 

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