A cinq heures cinquante-cinq
awake with open eyes
a drift upon the night
and miles away from land
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a cinq heures cinquante-cinq
ante meridiem
too late to end it now
too early to start again
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soon the morning will arrive
can i begin another day
whilst this old day is still alive
refusing to be put away
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no sleep tonight
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like a beast awaits its faith
laid here with time to kill
the very dead of night
where time and space stand still
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a cinq heures cinquante-cinq
nothing will ever change
on the altar of my thought
i sacrifice myself again and again and again
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