I¡¯m going to sleep
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The day is long, the night never ends
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I¡¯m going to sleep
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There are birds and insects calling to me
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Hidden in the ribs of the dark
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I am going to find a home
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Some place I can rest
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And wrap a cold rag around the meat inside my chest
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If you find me, carry me home
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Come and find me my love
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If it's not too late, you¡¯ll know where to look
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I leave no tracks, no scent, no trace
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If it's not too late, you¡¯ll know where to look
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Please forget the things I said and I wrote
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Forget them and throw them away
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Forget the things that I wrecked and I broke
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Forget me and throw me away
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The dark to me is a comfort
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It offers blindness to me
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There are so many horrible things in the light
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They hurt for me to see
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If you find me, carry me home
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Don¡¯t wake me or whisper my name
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Lock me in the warmth of your arms
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And walk me away from my shame
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The Death
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