DREAM THEATER - 6 00 Lyrics

- kevin mooreSix o'clock on a christmas morning...And for what? Well, isn't it for the honor of god,Aunt kate? I know all about the honor of god,Mary jane.Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dreamTries to shake it off but it just won't stopCan't find the strength but he's got promises to keepAnd wood to chop before he sleepsI may never get overBut never's better than nowI've got bases to coverHe's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his carIt's nine o'clock but he can't get outHe lights a cigaretteAnd turns the music downBut just can't seem to shake that soundOnce I thought I'd get overBut it's too late for me nowI've got bases to coverMelody walks through the doorAnd memory flies out the windowAnd nobody knows what they want'til they finally let it all goThe pain insideComing outsideSo many ways to drown a manSo many ways to drag him downSome are fast and some take years and yearsCan't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleepHe finally found the sound but he's in too deepI could never get overIs it too late for me now? Feel like blowing my coverMelody walks through the doorAnd memory flies out the windowAnd nobody knows what they want'til they finally let it all goBut don't cut your losses too soon'cause you'll only be cutting your throatAnd answer a call while you still hear at all'cause nobody will if you won'tSix o'clock on a christmas morning...I know all about the honor of god,Mary...I know all about the honor of god,Mary jane.
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