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It's late
And I'm fighting the monsters under my bed
Spinning me around
And round
And all come out in the wash
These tired eyes
This tired mind
These tired lungs of mine
Lullaby
Soon day became night,
Became day,
Became night
And he wrote a 20,000 word thesus on sleep deprevation
10,000 really's
And 10,000 tired's
One after the other
Mimicing the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the other
He became in sync with the moving of the stars and the planets
And his heart would beat once at sunrise
And once as the sun set
And his blood courses round him like the tide
Rising and falling
And I'm fighting the monsters under my bed
Spinning me around
And round
And all come out in the wash
These tired eyes
This tired mind
These tired lungs of mine
Lullaby
Soon day became night,
Became day,
Became night
And he wrote a 20,000 word thesus on sleep deprevation
10,000 really's
And 10,000 tired's
One after the other
Mimicing the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the other
He became in sync with the moving of the stars and the planets
And his heart would beat once at sunrise
And once as the sun set
And his blood courses round him like the tide
Rising and falling
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