| Stay complacent long enough
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| You’ll start to feel nothing
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| It’s lovely until it’s rough
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| Give your heart to tortured souls
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| And they’ll leave you tattered, unraveled
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| And you’re the fool
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| Talk to the moon from my window
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| She’s so cool, doesn’t know
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| I think I might close my eyes for the last time tonight, I’ll go
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| Wish he would pay me a visit
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| I’ll listen to his
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| Long as he tells me it’s beautiful and dangerous, oh I know
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| Sandman, could you put me to sleep?
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| Kill me kindly and quiet
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| I’m waiting for ya
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| Sandman, could you make it a dream?
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| Holy night, I won’t cry
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| I’ll still adore ya
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| My wrists are bound to this metal bed frame
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| I won’t make a sound
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| But they love me so much better when I’m no longer indebted to the ground
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| I’m on my knees, and they’re awful bloody
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| Beg for what I need
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| 'Cause I want the little sprinkle of his magic
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| Take me under, pull me deep
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| Talk to the moon from my window
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| She’s so cool, doesn’t know
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| I think I might close my eyes for the last time tonight, I’ll go
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| Wish he would pay me a visit, I’ll listen to his (?)
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| Long as he tells me it’s beautiful and dangerous, oh I know
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| Sandman, could you put me to sleep?
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| Kill me kindly and quiet
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| I’m waiting for ya
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| Sandman, could you make it a dream?
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| Holy night, I won’t cry
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| I’ll still adore ya
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| Don’t be scared
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| Please take my hand
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| Won’t be scared
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| Please take my hand |