| I heard you talking in your sleep
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| I heard you crying out
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| You were telling tales I did not know
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| Were living in your mind
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| I wish I had been sleeping then
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| Because of what I heard
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| Such unspeakable cruelty
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| That took place when you, on your knees
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| Had to ingest something incomprehensible
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| Knowing now, I must admit
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| That when I look at you
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| Sitting in the windowsill
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| You traits they appear changed
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| I heard you talking in your sleep
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| I heard you crying out
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| Even though you have your father’s eyes
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| It did not stop him, that foul night
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| Of having his way, right there on the kitchen floor |