| «In the evening when I wake up
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| And my golden rainbow dawns
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| In the proceeding moments just revolve, I lose myself»
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| Is this a dream or reality? |
| How do we tell the difference?
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| Every day seemed like Christmas, now it’s Halloween
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| Galleries with blank canvas, gallivant ran
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| Through the valley for a Salary that grants me
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| Successful in this majestic culture
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| Survive if you’re high like the nest of a vulture
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| Pauly Poltergeist, a voltage of lighting
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| Not scared to strike twice like assaultings from bikies
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| I’m hiking with a viking mind state
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| Hunt to feed his family, the life of a primate
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| I’m just a tired ape, lie awake late
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| No sleep when ya life’s fate decided on a break
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| Is this a nightmare? |
| Pinch my hand and breathe
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| Feel like I’m getting lynched by my girl’s family
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| I gotta dream and it might seem thin
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| But I couldn’t breathe without it, it’s my Siamese twin
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| I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
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| No more pills and no more potion
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| No more being woken up
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| By the explosion when the commotion errupts
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| I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
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| No more pills and no more potion
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| No more being woken up
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| By the man dumping his shit, unloading his truck
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| I sleep no more
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| Absence of occupation isn’t rest
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| A mind vacant is another mind of distress
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| No rest for the wicked, yeah we could just kick it
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| Or we could fucking stick it to the man
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| Is this life? |
| I’m watching bum’s rifle throw rubbish
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| Malnourished, another vicious growl from their stomachs
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| How rubbish, another vicious row with the government
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| Rummage through our cans and the council ain’t loving it
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| Nothing under this sun done change
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| Monday to Sunday, life’s mundane
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| In one day Mundine took down Green
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| In one day a stingray took our Steve
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| Proven even our hero’s are human
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| Proven some come dumber than Sam Newman
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| You loose, you win, loose again
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| Is this life the booze or hallucinogen
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| So I move with the wind like willow
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| But sin like bellow, my head hits the pillow
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| And I’m gone, out for the count like Drak
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| Bounce and I’m out like that, do you feel me?
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| Yeah, is this a dream?
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| Jump from a bridge, will I hit the street or wake up?
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| It just seems
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| That I’m wasting my time praying for something greater
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| Yeah, is this a dream?
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| Will I be the man that I wanted to be as a kid?
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| It’s not how it seems
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| Don’t wanna be remembered as another man that lived
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| I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
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| No more pills and no more potion
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| No more being woken up
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| By the explosion when the commotion errupts
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| I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
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| No more pills and no more potion
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| No more being woken up
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| By the man dumping his shit, unloading his truck
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| I sleep no more
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| Rest is excellent but boredom is his brother
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| Death his cousin, age is his mother
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| Cover your eyes, go to sleep sweet heart
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| But when you wake you might find the grim reaper
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| Standing at the end of your bed demanding to be fed
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| Your soul sucked from that hole in ya head
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| Not even Ned Kelly’s armour could save ya
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| The arm of the saviour lay ya to rest, so save ya breath
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| To say your prayers even Satan says
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| Realities a very sad state of affairs
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| So beware of the screaming hyenas
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| And only sleep separates the dreams from the dreamers
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| I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
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| No more pills and no more potion
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| No more being woken up
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| By the explosion when the commotion errupts
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| I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
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| No more pills and no more potion
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| No more being woken up
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| By the man dumping his shit, unloading his truck
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| I sleep no more
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| «In the evening when I wake up»
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| I dream with eyes, I dream with eyes open-open
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| I sleep no more
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| «In the evening when I wake up»
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| I dream with eyes, I dream with eyes open-open
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| «In the evening when I wake up
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| And my golden rainbow dawns
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| In the proceeding moments just revolve, I lose myself» |