• Wednesday morning, 3 a.m.

    can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
    As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
    And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
    Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

    She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy
    And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall
    For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving
    And tonight will be all I have left to recall

    Oh, what have I done, why have I done it
    I've committed a crime, I've broken the law
    For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver
    I held up and robbed a hard liquor store

    My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion
    A scene badly written in which I must play
    Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me
    The morning is just a few hours away

    Wednesday morning, 3 a.m. (Simon & Garfunkel)

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