At 4 A.M. Lyrics

	作曲 : Verlaine
	Monotony, cliches. A nervous day? Cafe. They
	approach each other as voices, incapable of making
	words mean other than what they could mean. It is not
	a crisis or moment of self-flattery. There are sometimes
	reminders of what she called "the useless life", what
	he called "eternity". Wet are the eyes and the smiles.
	That is what is remembered presently. Along with the joy
	of discovering a new incompetence or abbreviation.
	annie's telling me: the crashing waves upon the shore
	...are they telling you they're what you were before? Well,
	you can go to sleep just once but you wake up fifteen times.
	Annie's tellin me... it's like a factory... cranking out them
	parts... all the labors of love sure take a lot of heart
	annie's tellin me... l like them trite descriptions she said.
	Soft lights revolve on the cracked -up walls. annie's tellin me
	no one knows where they come from... it's like a factory.
	(...she has ideas... ideas about everything...) Back in that
	"factory", annie's tellin me, everyman is king.

	zuo qu : Verlaine
	Monotony, cliches. A nervous day? Cafe. They
	approach each other as voices, incapable of making
	words mean other than what they could mean. It is not
	a crisis or moment of selfflattery. There are sometimes
	reminders of what she called " the useless life", what
	he called " eternity". Wet are the eyes and the smiles.
	That is what is remembered presently. Along with the joy
	of discovering a new incompetence or abbreviation.
	annie' s telling me: the crashing waves upon the shore
	... are they telling you they' re what you were before? Well,
	you can go to sleep just once but you wake up fifteen times.
	Annie' s tellin me... it' s like a factory... cranking out them
	parts... all the labors of love sure take a lot of heart
	annie' s tellin me... l like them trite descriptions she said.
	Soft lights revolve on the cracked up walls. annie' s tellin me
	no one knows where they come from... it' s like a factory.
	... she has ideas... ideas about everything... Back in that
	" factory", annie' s tellin me, everyman is king.

	zuò qǔ : Verlaine
	Monotony, cliches. A nervous day? Cafe. They
	approach each other as voices, incapable of making
	words mean other than what they could mean. It is not
	a crisis or moment of selfflattery. There are sometimes
	reminders of what she called " the useless life", what
	he called " eternity". Wet are the eyes and the smiles.
	That is what is remembered presently. Along with the joy
	of discovering a new incompetence or abbreviation.
	annie' s telling me: the crashing waves upon the shore
	... are they telling you they' re what you were before? Well,
	you can go to sleep just once but you wake up fifteen times.
	Annie' s tellin me... it' s like a factory... cranking out them
	parts... all the labors of love sure take a lot of heart
	annie' s tellin me... l like them trite descriptions she said.
	Soft lights revolve on the cracked up walls. annie' s tellin me
	no one knows where they come from... it' s like a factory.
	... she has ideas... ideas about everything... Back in that
	" factory", annie' s tellin me, everyman is king.

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