Ten To Eight

Early in the morning when you wake up

And your sleepy head is into make up

When you gaze into your mirror

While you paint your face

And you check your eyelashes

Making sure they're in place

And you mind wanders often

To another time

And you think of him

And how it should have lasted

While the disc jockey man

Gives you the weather forecast

And then he makes you feel so mellow

While he gets you high

And you remember how we laughed

And how he made you cry

Then you look into your mirror

And as you brush your hair

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Brush your hair to the rhythm of

The music playing on your radio

Paint your face while you listen

To the talking of the jockey

On the early morning show

Put your troubles in

The back of your mind

Cause the temperature

Outside is just fine

And it's ten to eight

And you ain't got the time

So you walk across your room

And start to make your bed

Then you slip into your jeans

Your eyes still feel like lead

And the memory seems to vanish

But the thought's still there

Tell yourself you don't

But deep inside, you still care

Deep inside, you still care

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And it's ten to eight

And you ain't got the time

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And it's ten to eight

And you just ain't got the time