Cracks rack the windows,
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Howls hold the floor;
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Rains rot the rafters,
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And do you just have to snore?
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It's a most inclement climate,
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for the season of the night,
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Is that mouse playing football, oh
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I thought they didn't like the light?
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And the dawn comes sneaking up
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When it thinks I'm not looking;
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I am starting to grieve, man,
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I used to know but now I believe, man.
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They tell me sleep is a gas,
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and if I want to lay down,
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But I'm sorry I woke you,
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I mean I've got the no sleep blues.
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There's mayhem in this mansion,
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Since the cows were coming home,
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With delirium no sleepum,
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In a cloud of nylon foam.
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But release scours the outhouse,
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And a hard rain sears the sky,
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But if you let the pigs decide it,
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They will put you in the sty.
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And the dawn comes sneaking up
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When it thinks I'm not looking;
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I am starting to grieve, man,
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I used to know but now I believe, man.
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They tell me sleep is a gas,
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and if I want to lay down,
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But I'm sorry I woke you,
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I mean I've got the no sleep blues.
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I think I'll get a picture,
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And I think I'll put it on a nail.
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I think I'll get another one,
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And put it in a pail.
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But the pail got so rusty
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I called it red, red, red for fun,
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And I laughed like a leaver
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till you ought to seen it run.
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And the dawn comes sneaking up
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When it thinks I'm not looking;
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I am starting to grieve, man,
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I used to know but now I believe, man.
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They tell me sleep is a gas,
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and if I want to lay down,
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But I'm sorry I woke you.
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I mean I've got the no sleep blues.
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The size of the future declared itself no part,
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Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart,
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But the heart got so hearty,
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that it pulled for the shore,
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And the sailors fired a big salute,
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and it made my ears quite sore.
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And the dawn was sneaking up
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When it thinks I'm not looking;
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I am starting to grieve, man,
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I used to know but now I believe, man
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They tell me sleep is a gas,
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and I want to lay down,
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But I'm sorry I woke you,
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I mean I've got the no sleep blues.
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I mixed stones and water
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just to see what it would do.
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And the water it got stoney,
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and the stones got watery too.
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So I mixed my feet with water
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just to see what could be seen,
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And the water it got dirty,
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and the feet they got quite clean.
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And the dawn comes sneaking up
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When it thinks I'm not looking;
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I am starting to grieve, man,
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I used to know but now I believe, man.
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They tell me sleep is a gas,
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and if I want to lay down,
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But I'm sorry I woke you,
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I mean I've got the no sleep blues
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No Sleep Blues
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The Incredible String Band |