| The monkey’s sleeping
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| He’s dreaming of a distant past
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| The morning sun will wake him soon
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| He’ll use a twig to brush his teeth
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| I went out for a walk
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| I’m fumbling for the key
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| I’m in the middle
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| Of something that’s too big for me, for me
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| I want you to come home
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| Don’t want to be alone
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| All is wrong and nothing’s right
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| And what I told you late that night
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| Is just the tip of the iceberg
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| I should have never
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| Ever said, now leave me be
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| And the monkey’s sleeping
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| He’s one step ahead of me, see
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| The colour of the sky is violet
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| I want you to come home
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| Don’t want to be alone
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| Call me crazy, call me wrong
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| Tell me you told me all along
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| It’s just the tip of the iceberg
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| I went out for a walk
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| I’m fumbling for the key
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| I lock the door these days
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| That’s not at all like me
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| Dress up the big shapes
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| In pink and blue like acid trees
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| Up there the monkey’s sleeping
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| Like always way ahead of me, see
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| The colour of your eyes is violet
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| I want you to come home
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| Don’t want to be alone
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| Call me crazy, call me wrong
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| Tell me you told me all along
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| I want you to come home
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| Don’t want to be alone
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| All is wrong and nothing’s right
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| And what I told you late that night
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| Is just the tip of the iceberg |