A rooster with a razor
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Cuts a hole across the sky
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As light tumbles down from that all seeing eye
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And I prop myself back up with the friends that I keep
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All I want from you is to try to get some sleep
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And the traffic's like a symphony at three am
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Building its crescendo as the working day begins
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But I just don't think I can wait
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For the light of a new day to break
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I try to close my eyes while the anxious feeling dies
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Can you save me
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From desire
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Oh the sky's on fire
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Oh the sky's on fire
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Oh the sky's on fire
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Oh the sky's on fire
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Sky's On Fire
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| Eskimo Joe |
