Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
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It's just that there's so much to do
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And I'm tired of sleeping
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Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something
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His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin
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And I just can't hear what he's saying
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Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
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It's just that there's so much to do
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And I'm tired of sleeping
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Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies
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They're up to their knees in money
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And the dirt of the churchyard steps
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Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
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He tore out a piece of his body
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To show us his "clean quilted heart"
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Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
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It's just that there's so much to do
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And I'm tired of sleeping
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Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging
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Her bones are twisting and dancing
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She's fighting for her small life
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Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
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It's just that there's so much to do
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And I'm tired of sleeping
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Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
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It's just that there's so much to do
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And I'm tired of sleeping
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Tired Of Sleeping
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Suzanne Vega |