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Three o'clock, three o'clock,
I bet you can't wait
For three o'clock.
Callused hands tied down to steel,
Delicate hands tapping
While waiting,
Waiting, my dear, for three o'clock.
Black smoke on the horizon,
Oh, if only you were true.
Your frightful eyes watching the rusting track,
My anxious eyes watching you.
My smile shows
When the whistle blows,
For my darling, it is three o'clock.
The seams of life itself are split
As your blood stains my white dress red.
You made a mistake,
What a wonderful day
When three o'clock marked your life's end.