| Sleep does not exist at all, my efforts are in vain
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| I strike a match to light a smoke, a whisper speaks my name
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| Moonlight penetrates the shade, there’s an image up on the wall
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| What has entered by blackened world, a whisper makes it’s call
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| When you finally wake up, your memory won’t recall
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| What’s about to happen in this dark room, you will arise and that is all
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| Thinking that it was just a thought, a trick I played on me
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| I laugh aloud but to myself, I could have sworn that I just screamed my head off
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| Desperation gets me out, I gotta get some sleep
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| Food, the late show never help, you don’t even bother counting sheep
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| Back into my dark room where my thoughts all reign supreme
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| After my fourth cigarette that whisper’s getting mean
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| Dead weight lies beside me, so I turn the other way
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| «Your bed holds not security»
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| I heard the whisper say |