[spoken]:
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In my darkness
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I speak now upon this object of nature
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And now upon that
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And find it impossible to soothe my restless head
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However much I wish it
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This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep
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(Buck 65):
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I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death
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And as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breath
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That exited my body that didn't coincide
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With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside
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Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach
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And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle
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I simply can't imagine living on the moon
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Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon
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(Buck 65):
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Prosthetic throwing arm, isn't it fantastic?
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I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket
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It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel
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Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel
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I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven
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All I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope
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It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell
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I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help
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I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep
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Cuz most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people
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That haven't been able to make me stop feeling
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Like demons are hiding behind the walls and in the ceiling
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My catcher always told me you can't hit what you can't see
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Your absence actually aggravates my fancy
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And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin
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I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been
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I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen
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To lock the door behind the next person that goes in
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Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks
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And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it's getting rusty
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I've been poked by so many fingers
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That getting poked by fingers don't bother me no mo'
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I feel like a jellyfish, uncephalized, uncivilized
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Unspecified, unspecialized
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Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
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Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance
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Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
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Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance
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Sleep Apnoea
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| Buck 65 |
