| 4 AM
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| And words mean nothing
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| No need to drive the sleep from my eyes
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| When there’s none coming tonight
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| 2 hours 35 minutes til the sunrise
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| And the prayer callers from towers cry
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| Entreating us to live a better life than we have, all this time
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| But for the time being, I’m happy to entreat the blue moon
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| That strikes your eyes, back into mine
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| And tell her not to end this night so soon
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| 4 AM
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| And words meant nothing
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| The first of four when we stopped running for awhile
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| I told you a story of dreamers and heros
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| How I could be anyone by escaping into my mind’s eye
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| But I’d never say I was into you
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| Only hope that you’d want me to
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| Somehow know what I was thinking
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| And tell me that it’d be alright
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| 4 AM
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| And words meant nothing
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| You looked so small as you ran off again into the distance
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| And all I could feel from this missed chance
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| Is happy that there was a chance to miss at all
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| 4 AM
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| Words meant nothing
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| No need to drive the sleep from my eyes
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| When there’s none coming tonight
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| When you’re watching the snowfall, I’m outside
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| Underneath your window, I’m untied here
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| On some white night would you let me in, could you help me
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| To find a way back to the place where you first helped me
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| 'Cause when you’re watching the snowfall, I’m outside
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| Underneath your window I’m untied here |