It begins with a blessing
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and it ends with a curse;
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Making life easy,
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by making it worse;
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My mask is my Master,
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The trumpeter weeps,
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But his voice is so weak
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As he speaks from his sleep, saying
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Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!
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People are watching,
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people who stare;
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waiting for something
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that's already there.
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Tomorrow I'll find it ,
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The trumpeter screams,
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And remembers he's hungry
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And drowns in his dreams, saying
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Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!
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My head is a nightclub
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With glasses and wine;
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The customers dancing
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Or just making time;
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While Daevid is cursing
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The customers scream!
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Now everyone’s shouting,
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"Get out of my dreams!"
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Why Are We Sleeping
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| Kevin Ayers |
