In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lay awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep
When you're lonely heart has learn its lesson
You'd be years if only he called
And the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

When you're lonely heart has learn its lesson
You'd be years if only he called
And the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

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