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        4 in the morning, it's pouring rain.

     4 in the morning, a hotel room by a freight train.

      4 in the morning, I must complain.

     What a pain.

  I can't sleep in bed.

   All the thoughts, racing, chasing, through

  my head and brain.  

  I wish I was with you instead.

  And driving me insane.

   It's true. I'm really, really, blue.

   4 in the morning, I to your home walk,

  I hope we can talk.  

  I know on the door.  Please, me don't ignore.

  I want to try again to explore.

  Yes, it's true, I want to see you.  Oh, I feel blue.