| Bad thoughts give me bad dreams
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| And my bad dreams make me get up and walk
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| Bad thoughts give me bad dreams
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| And my bad dreams make me sleepwalk
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| It scares the hell out of anyone around
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| The sounds are near
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| My sister locked her door one time
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| Until the coast was clear
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| I wake, try to remember it
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| Grab a glass from the cabinet
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| Close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now
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| Try to pry it open
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| I wake, try to remember it
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| Grab a glass from the cabinet
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| Close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now
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| Try to pry it open
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| Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem
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| Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem
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| Then it becomes a problem, then it becomes a problem
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| Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem
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| Bad thoughts give me bad dreams
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| And my bad dreams make me get up and walk
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| Bad thoughts give me bad dreams
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| And my bad dreams make me sleepwalk
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| Evening, this voice comes across the room
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| I’m standing on my knees
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| I’m panting, breathing heavily
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| There’s rug-burns burning me
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| I wake, try to remember it
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| Grab a glass from the cabinet
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| Close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now
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| Try to pry it open
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| I wake, try to remember it
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| Grab a glass from the cabinet
|
| Close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now
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| Try to pry it open
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| Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem
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| Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem
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| Then it becomes a problem, then it becomes a problem
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| Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem |