At the End of the Day

The night is young, the body is old.
When the tiresome is sung, the compliance is foretold.

And I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
Three times is a charm,
but in the case of you,
three times is a shot of rum.

Intoxicated, yes, I am.
To you, the pair of my soul, in love I am.
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