Hold up your glasses, Shout for the masses
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Here we go, And so begins the show
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And not for the first time, We step on the fault line
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And just like that, We watch the fireworks start
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Oh, Sleep, If you can
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You said it was alright, You said it was just
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Another night, But your eyes betray the fight
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And as for this new land, Well it's not what you had planned, right?
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Of love, For this life is stale as tough
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Oh, Sleep, If you can
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Tell me that it isn't true, The things you say he did to you
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For my rage flies, And a man dies
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So this is what I'd like to do, But I don't think that you want me to
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'Cause people are listening, And watching and pointing
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They're looking for windows, And dreaming on porches
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So don't say a word if you want to be here in the morning, In the morning
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So it all ends here, Almost a way
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Out the door, And I'm suddenly fixed to the floor
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Oh, Sleep, If you can
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New Land
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| Emma Pollock |
