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It was the coldest night in Boston
In the history of winter
Black outside like a murder of crows
I was six days clean and sober
With a bottle on the table
I hurt inside, but nobody knows
One shot away from shooting
My soul straight through the ceiling
And fly away from feeling
All this pain that still ain't gone
Flying's kinda risky
When your wings are made of whiskey
And I know that I'll come crashing down
Just after the dawn
When there's no one around
And the silence in your soul
Is the only sound
In the darkness that surrounds you
Are you hiding from the light?
When you finally hit the bottom
Will you do what's wrong and right?
You're gonna find out what you're made of
In the middle of the night
'Cause the night can keep a secret
And hold it deep inside
Every sin that keeps you sinning
And every lie you ever lied
When my heart is bent to breaking
From all the hell I've put it through
And all the love that I've forsaken
On the run from what is true
Oh now, what you gonna do?
When there's no one around
And the silence in your soul
Is the only sound
In the darkness that surrounds you
Are you hiding from the light?
When you finally hit the bottom
Will you do what's wrong and right?
You're gonna find out what you're made of
In the middle of the night
Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
In the middle of the night
It's the coldest night in Boston
In the history of winter
Black outside like a murder of crows
Way down in the middle
In the middle of the night, you can find your soul
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night
Way down in the middle
Way down in the middle
Way down, way down, way down, way down
Way down, way down, way down, way down