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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five fifty five

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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