is it dark in your room at 3am
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you can¡¯t sleep again tonight
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so you write me a letter with a pen that has no ink
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you weren¡¯t gonna send it anyway
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and the clock in the kitchen sounds amplified
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every second is a gun shot
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as the cicadas scream your losing your mind
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this is the fifth night in a row
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in a row
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so you¡¯ve grown immune to sleeping pills
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somnambulistic sighs
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and you think so much your brain gives in
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soft blue t.v helps you to numb it
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and time rolls over you just like a ghost
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and all you think makes no sense at all
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and the moon plays tricks on you to get you to come out side tonight
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just for tonight
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for tonight
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Sleepless
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| The Devoted Few |
