| There’s a boy they call the sleepin' man, he’s been asleep for days
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| There’s a girl lyin' next to him, following his ways
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| Dreaming of a foreign place, where the people always pray
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| Nowhere else to run to… now
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| So this is where they stay
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| That’s all she wanted to hear
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| That’s all she wanted to hear
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| Sleep another year…
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| I will in time forget the order, wake up the sleepin' martyr
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| Somethin' don’t seem right… In you
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| A broken will to testify, a thorn on either side
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| Empty bottles lyin' next to him, keeps him satisfied
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| Voices on that dead end street, make you feel so fine
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| Wake up son it’s time to go, you’re runnin' out of time…
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| And that’s all he wanted to hear
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| That’s all he wanted to hear
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| Sleep another year…
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| I will in time forget the order, wake up the sleepin' martyr
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| Somethin' don’t seem right. |
| In you
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| He dreamed until his heart was still or so the story goes.
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| Can’t remember how he got that way cause he’s forgot more than he knows…
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| Drift into a foreign place, seems like yesterday.
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| Nowhere else to run to… now, alone he starts to pray
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| And that’s all she wanted to hear
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| That’s all she wanted to hear
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| Sleep another year…
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| I will in time forget the order, wake up the sleepin' martyr
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| Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
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| Cause it’s gonna' be a long night, anytime, everytime…
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| Anytime In you… |