In the wee small hours of the morning
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While the whole wide world is fast asleep
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You lie awake and think about the girl
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And never ever think of counting sheep
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When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
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You'd be hers if only she'd call
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In the wee small hours of the morning
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That's the time you miss her most of all
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When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
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You'd be hers if only she'd call
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In the wee small hours of the morning
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That's the time you miss her most of all
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In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
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| Nanci Griffith |
