Sleepy Metal Box how many secrets can you hold
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Inside your head how many stories have you told
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A secret life, a seaworld swim
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And you at the bottom where most things begin
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Biscuit crumb graveyard how much sweetness
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Inside your head you scheme with the neatness
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A forty mile leap to the bedroom floor
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And black sugar in a cake-stand war
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Speckled moon with a slight dip
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The sky is a pencil and you're the tip
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Draw me an ocean where I can swim
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Or a Sleepy Metal Box where I can begin
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Lacey lacey can the curtains cope
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Throw me a ladder or swing me a rope
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I'm a romantic gypsy king
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Stealing the box where all things begin
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I purchase wicker baskets empty
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And fill them up so there is plenty
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Down at the bottom when everything's gone
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Your grateful circle has again begun
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Joining the sun with a curving line
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Sink behind the cloak of time
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Throw me the moon I'll check it's locked
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Sleepy Sleepy Metal Box
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Sleepy Metal Box
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Marty Willson-Piper |