| Oh sleep please come to me
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| Its a quarter after Three
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| I’ve been here since One, I’m not having any fun
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| Won’t you ease this misery
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| There are things I gotta do
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| Oh tomorrow before noon
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| If you don’t make haste, the morning I will waste
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| Trying to get caught up to you
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| Oh sleep don’t close the door
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| It’s a-twenty after Four
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| It’s time the sheep were shorn, their wool is getting worn
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| And I can’t count them anymore
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| I’m asking when will you arrive
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| Cause it’s getting closer to Five
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| Well I thought I might have sensed you round and round
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| But I guess my senses lack
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| So still I lie here tucked and tied
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| In the cool, pale, blue moonlight
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| With my lover’s breath and the thoughts that fill my head
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| Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight
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| Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight
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| Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight |