| Guess we all get those days when it pays not to speak
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| But to keep out of sight and to stay 'neath my sheets
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| In the safety of sleep, in the safety of sleep
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| There’s a man in my mirror face of death morning white
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| Memories of last night hanging over his head
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| I was reaching too tall, I was riding to fall
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| But I climb to my feet for my challenge to greet
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| Though tonight we will meet in the safety of sleep
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| But it’s alright, it’s okay, only morning anyway
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| It’s alright, it’s okay, just another part to play
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| Fishes float in the breeze I guess to put you at ease
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| But he’s already here and I bet he’s got plans
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| For the drill in his hand, for the drill in my mouth
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| Staring into the nose of a white dental man
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| Hanging onto his seat like a leach or sea clam
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| But he carries on Lord like he’s fixing a Ford
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| Come on, inject my blood with your merciful drug
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| So my mind may retreat to the safety of sleep
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| But it’s alright, it’s okay, only morning anyway
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| It’s alright, it’s okay, just another part to play
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| Guess we all get those days when it pays not to speak
|
| But to keep out of sight and to stay 'neath my sheets
|
| In the safety of sleep, in the safety of sleep
|
| There’s a man in my mirror face of death morning white
|
| Memories of last night hanging over his head
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| I was reaching too tall, I was riding to fall
|
| But I climb to my feet for my challenge to greet
|
| Though tonight we will meet in the safety of sleep
|
| But it’s alright, it’s okay, only morning anyway
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| It’s alright, it’s okay, just another part to play |