| You might sleep, but you’ll never dream
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| Onward! |
| Progress! |
| Or so it seems
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| And you might laugh, but you’ll never smile
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| Come on in and waste away awhile
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| You might sleep, but you’ll never dream
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| Progress! |
| Progress! |
| Come on
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| And you might laugh, but you’ll never smile
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| Come on in and waste away a long while
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| Dah!
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| Dah!
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| Dah!
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| When dreams of rings of flowers fade and blur
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| Giving way to that familiar ill
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| Come over and part your soft white curtains
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| Where I’m waiting for you still
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| If you’d unlatch the window
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| And if you’d let me lay there on your floor
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| If you’d give me another chance
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| If you’d forgive the pain I caused before
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| No use in saying how I’m sorry
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| So I’m trying not to speak
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| I’ll sing in silence, lay beside you
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| With my face there on your cheek
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| My stomach swears there’s comfort there
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| In the warmth of the blankets on your bed
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| My stomach’s always been a liar
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| I’ll believe it’s lies again |