3 a.m and my neighbors hate me, music blasting, shaking these walls. this time mary jane won't save me.
I've been working later, I've been drinking stronger, I've been smoking deeper but the memories won't stop.
I can't stop thinking 'bout you, I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through... I can't stop thinking 'bout you
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