| A brass band is playing, rehearsing it’s thrills
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| All half-moon and cloudy, all golden and shrill.
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| I’ve got a sleep that burns. |
| .. a sleep that burns.
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| Got a sleep that burns all night
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| I’m locked in your dark world
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| Where hearts hold the keys
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| Half-opened, enchanted, half-truth and half dreams.
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| I’ve got a sleep that burns. |
| .. a sleep that burns.
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| Got a sleep that burns all night
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| I’m sitting in a cafe in paradise.
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| Naked as a razor, I’m as loaded as a dice.
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| The waitresses all ask me for my price
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| I laugh and say I’m leaving and this is only dreaming
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| So hold me while I’m screaming.
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| Now. |
| .. ! |
| Is the moment of truth.
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| Your youth is a mask but it’s not made to last
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| For we all have a past to out run
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| When the mask comes undone
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| And we race on and on
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| Through the fiery portals of hell. |
| .. !
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| Go and tell all your friends
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| That you’ve witnessed the end
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| Of the world in a dream.
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| The night winds are howling. |
| .. seducing the trees
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| I wake in a cold sweat
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| With the sheets 'round my knees.
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| I’ve got a sleep that burns. |
| .. a sleep that burns.
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| Got a sleep that burns all night
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| I lay in the darkness with visionless eyes.
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| Exhausted and reeling. |
| .. all heartbeats and sighs.
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| But the sleep still burns, yes, the sleep still burns
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| Got a sleep that burns all night.
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| (sleep is coming, don’t you worry. . .) |