| In my darkness
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| I speak now upon this object of nature
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| And now upon that
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| And find it impossible to soothe my restless head
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| However much I wish it
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| This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep
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| (Buck 65):
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| I haven’t slept, sleep being the cousin of death
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| And as I lay there awake at night there wasn’t a breath
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| That exited my body that didn’t coincide
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| With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside
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| Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach
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| And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle
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| I simply can’t imagine living on the moon
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| Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon
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| (Buck 65):
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| Prosthetic throwing arm, isn’t it fantastic?
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| I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket
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| It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel
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| Like I’d give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel
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| I don’t know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven
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| All I know is that I’m afraid to read my horoscope
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| It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell
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| I’d give up my next life if I thought that it would help
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| I don’t wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep
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| Cuz most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people
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| That haven’t been able to make me stop feeling
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| Like demons are hiding the walls and in the ceiling
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| My catcher always told me you can’t hit what you can’t see
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| Your absence actually aggravates my fancy
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| And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin
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| I’m surprised at how uninventive I’ve been
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| I’m frozen, but my mind’s made up and I’ve chosen
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| To lock the door behind the next person that goes in
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| Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks
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| And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it’s getting rusty
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| I’ve been poked by so many fingers
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| That getting poked by fingers don’t bother me no mo'
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| I feel like a jellyfish, uncephalized, uncivilized
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| Unspecified, unspecialized
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| Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
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| Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance
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| Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
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| Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance |