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Well who needs light |
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to think |
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not me |
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when it's this clear |
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and the rug begins to sink |
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beneath you |
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It's not easy |
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when I try to get to sleep |
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And I'll tell you the end of the story if I want |
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I'll tell you the end of the story if I want |
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I'll tell you the end of the story if I want! |
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Well I slide down |
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between the seats |
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where your unwanted change |
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and dust retreats to |
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Well I slide down |
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and my heart gets caught |
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Well I slide down |
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and my heart gets caught |
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and I try to get this down |
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and I try to get to sleep |
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and I try to get this down |
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and I try to get to sleep |
