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Where I am's nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me |
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I squint my eyes and try to see just where's the line between a coma and a dream |
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Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed |
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The sun is up and it's getting late, so shake those lazy bones awake |
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The rhythm of your heart beeps loud until it stops and robs the room of sound |
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The doctors filter in and out and try to act like they know what they're talking about |
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Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed |
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The sun is up and it's getting late, so shake those lazy bones awake |
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The sun is up and it's getting late |
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Yeah, the sun is up and it's getting late |
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Yeah, the sun is up, it's getting late |
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Where I am's nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me |
