| I’m having a nightmare and I can’t fall asleep
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| She’s peacefully turning and burning my cheek
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| This part of you’s saying that my head’s only playing
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| Seems to back massage the monsters
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| Counting headlights from the street
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| It seems to back massage the monsters
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| Counting headlights from the street
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| They go by, by
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| They go by
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| They always they always
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| Always seem to say goodbye
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| Indulge in tobacco and early-bird special
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| Gazebo in morning’s reply
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| An underlined passage from Dante’s Inferno
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| With peaches in marmalade style
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| I sneak through the window caressing her pillow
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| With music by waterfall’s bride
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| So, so, so I tiptoe to Bedrock
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| Where the rain falls umbrellas
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| And the road sings while lilacs go by
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| They go by, they go by
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| They go by
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| They always they always
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| They always seem to say goodbye |