In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake thinking about the girl
Never even think of counting sheep
While your lonely heart has learned it's lesson
You'd be yours if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That is the time you miss her most of all
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