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Chorus:
Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep
Turning over turning round twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God what have we done
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God what is this evil that we've done
Is it that we wanted more than you gave
Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave
Humility -is that what you want
Why did you make us then the way you did
Yes we have pride -is this our sin
Is it the times that we've been out fighting
Well I'll tell you all those times -we never really hurt anybody
Or is it that we were eating
While other people were starving
Is this our crime
Chorus:
Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep
Is it the times we laughed about it all
Through all those whisky nights so far away
