| after this, it’s back to bed
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| say goodnight to sleepyhead
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| the dreams are whispers in your eyes
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| stay awake for small tides
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| i’m asking for the last dance
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| is it true i stood a chance?
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| the things you buried in the woods
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| trees are calling pretty good
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| maybe the answers are locked to the tides
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| you compel like the moon
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| with melodious tunes
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| i lay down to extinguish the thought
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| after this, it’s back to bed
|
| say goodnight to sleepyhead
|
| the dreams are whispers in your eyes
|
| stay awake for small tides
|
| i’m asking for the last dance
|
| is it true i stood a chance?
|
| the things you buried in the woods
|
| trees are calling pretty good
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| maybe they want another guy
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| to act like the moon
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| with melodious tunes
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| i lay down to extinguish the thought
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| it’s a lot
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| it’s a lot you can’t resist
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| i lay down before i’m missed
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| it’s a lot you’re rather sure
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| i can stop anytime
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| oh disease, how’d you find us?
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| oh machine, don’t remind us |