| The thought crossed my mind —
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| How curious, why should I want so much shut-eye?
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| Fighting the darkness and furious,
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| Oh, but I once more fall into the song…
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| Just the normal unconsciousness;
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| Could that be wrong?
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| All out into action then all down into sleep —
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| Check that attraction, it must be more than skin deep.
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| I’ve checked the twenty-four hours,
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| I’ve done the stay-up-all-night;
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| In a certain way that’s power,
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| But it’s not wired up right.
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| Up for the pleasure, then it’s dead to the world;
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| Our lives surely measured by the unconscious third…
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| Living on Paradox Drive,
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| We must be living on Paradox Drive.
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| The thought crossed my mind, how curious —
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| Why should I want so much shut-eye?
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| Fighting the darkness and furious…
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| Oh, but I once more dropped off to the deep,
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| The sweet comfort of a life on my own asleep.
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| Up for the pleasure or dead to the world,
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| A life surely measured by the unconscious third…
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| Living on Paradox Drive,
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| We must be living on Paradox Drive.
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| I’ve checked the twenty-four hours,
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| I’ve done the stay-up-all-night;
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| In a certain way that’s power,
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| But it’s not wired up right,
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| It still isn’t right. |