I slept through most of April
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I got up in May and had some toast
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Then I bedded down again
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I bedded down again
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Because I was sleepy
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In June
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I made enough chili in my crockpot
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To last `till the winter
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'Cause winter will be here sooner than you think
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Winter will be here sooner than you think
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That's when I hibernate
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Oh, can you hear the bells
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Can you hear the bells
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Well neither can I
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Neither can I
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And I don't hear trumpets
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When I enter a room
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The fire you build for yourself
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Could be so cold
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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You say you feel like you're dead
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Oh well, I think it's just those books you read
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You say you can't feel a thing
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I'd like to break a chair across your back
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And throw you in the ocean
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Then tell me you don't feel a thing
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When you slept with Jenny
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You said you couldn't feel a thing
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Well I did
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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Nature abhors a vacuum
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Nature abhors a vacuum
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And so do you
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Especially when you're trying to sleep late
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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Sleepy Joe
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