| Fall into my mattress endlessly
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| I need to run, just let me sleep
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| Then the nightmares come that feel so real
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| Seems the darkness weighs it down
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| The later on, the more it pounds
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| And in the morning I’ll make cereal
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| The world’s coming to an end
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| What’s the point if we can’t be friends?
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| Pick me up from dungeon’s ferris wheel
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| Getting lost inside my head
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| Not too long 'til we’re all dead
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| And in the morning I’ll make cereal
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| So what’ll it be
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| Cornflakes or toast?
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| Pills or a dose of radiation?
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| Armageddon is far too close
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| She visits me every night
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| (At least it makes good conversation)
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| Marine comes before ET
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| Maybe space is under the sea
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| And the sky is full of coral reefs
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| UFOs swim in the dark
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| We’re fixated on the sharks
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| Slicing fins and plucking their teeth
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| All of this it comes to me
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| In the deep corners of my sleep
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| And the bed frame starts to creak and reel
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| Fish leave poison in my brain
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| Starts to turn me insane
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| But in the morning I’ll make cereal
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| As always I’ll make cereal
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| As always I’ll make my favourite cereal |