| Whenever I sleep late you know I can dream
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| Some of the strangest things that you’ve ever seen
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| I could never tell you the things that I do in my head
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| Leaving nothing unsaid, sleeping late in my bed
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| Sleeping late, sleeping late
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| Sometimes I’m embarrassed by devious thoughts
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| When I’m undercover let me never get caught
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| Crazy notions begin with that old devil grin on my face
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| We’re such a disgrace, me and my pillow-case
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| Sleeping late, sleeping late
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| Sleeping late, sleeping late
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| The blissful state of sleeping late has been known to compensate
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| And sometimes even stimulate
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| I for one appreciate, sleeping late
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| Ain’t it great sleeping late
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| Sleeping late, sleeping late
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| Live and in colour, my wildest of dreams
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| The best ones are re-runs if you know what I mean
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| I don’t believe I can wait for that clock to stop ringing in my ear
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| It’s so lovely here, I may sleep for a year
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| Sleeping late, sleeping late
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| Sleeping late, sleeping late… |