I'm so tired of not moving, my skin is stiff and sore
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And I'm so tired of not looking at that thing that we ignore
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And I'm so nervous that you'll see me seeing if you turn your face anymore
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And I'm so careful to keep your secrets, what do I do this for
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Wake up, it's getting late and the sun is on the rise
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And it's time to open up those blinds and let it shine
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On those sleeping dogs you let lie
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I always wondered where you got the notion that your silence does not hurt
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Cause I can see the truth when you lean over, it's in the pocket of your shirt
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And unspoken might feel like mercy but all it means is there's things you've
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never said
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It only means I have no way of knowing if it's all in my head
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Wake up, it's getting late and the sun is in the sky
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And it's time to open up those blinds and let it shine
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On those sleeping dogs you let lie
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And you know why
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And for a long time I don't think you ever really knew about the state I was
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in
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And I guess that would be my fault, cause all I ever showed you was skin
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But now you got that x-ray close-up, you got that microscope to my gut
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And that is not a one-way offer so I'll tell you what
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Wake up, it's getting late and the sun is high in the sky
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And I'm here to open up those blinds and let it shine
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You may be sleeping soundly but I will not let you lie
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Sleeping Dogs
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Kris Delmhorst |