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Text: Madness. Wonderful. 4 Am.

Terry turns, he just cannot sleep
From the ceaseless noise out on the street
Its too hot, it's too late
Theres nothing he can do but wait

Terry says I'm going nowhere fast
Nobody hears, theres no-one there
Julie wakes to find herself alone
Which comes as no suprise, no suprise
No suprise to be on her own

Its four in the morning,
Why don't you call me
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning

Julie wakes to find herself alone
Which comes as no suprise, no suprise
No suprise to be on her own

Its four in the morning,
Why don't you call me

Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning

Waiting, I'm so tired of waiting

Its four in the morning,
Why don't you call me
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning
I know what you're thinking
You're alone now
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back

Its four in the morning,
Why don't you call me
Im so tired of waiting
I still want you back