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4 o'clock 4 o'clock Never let me sleep I close my eyes and pray For the garish light of day Like a frightened child I run From the sleep that never comes 4 o'clock 4 o'clock Out of bed I creep To climb this tower of shame But the hour's still the same Only madness knows my name At 4 o'clock 4 o'clock 4 o'clock Never let me sleep I close my eyes and pray For the garish light of day Like a frightened child I run From the sleep that never comes 4 o'clock 4 o'clock Out of bed I creep To climb this tower of shame But the hour's still the same Only madness knows my name At 4 o'clock Why can we never go back to bed? Whose is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead? Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme Ticking away from the ones we love So many girls, so little time Why can we never go back to bed? Whose is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead? 4 o'clock 4 o'clock Never let me sleep I close my eyes and pray For the garish light of day Like a frightened child I run From the sleep that never comes 4 o'clock 4 o'clock Out of bed I creep To climb this tower of shame But the hour's still the same Only slumber never came Only madness knows my name At 4 o'clock Why can we never go back to bed? Whose is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead? Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme Ticking away from the ones we love So many girls, so little time Why can we never go back to bed?
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