Haze of love

It’s three o’clock in the morning,
Or maybe it’s four.
I am thinking of you,
Wondering what I should I do,
But I’m finally cutting through this haze.

It’s four o’clock in the morning,
Or maybe it’s five.
I think I’m alive,
And I think I’ll survive.
I’m finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I’m in a haze of love.

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