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Nelson |
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A brass band is playing, rehearsing it's thrills, |
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All half-moon and cloudy, all golden and shrill . . . |
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I've got a sleep that burns . . . a sleep that burns . . . |
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Got a sleep that burns all night. |
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I'm locked in your dark world |
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where hearts hold the keys, |
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Half-opened, enchanted, half-truth and half dreams . . . |
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I've got a sleep that burns . . . a sleep that burns . . . |
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Got a sleep that burns all night. |
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I'm sitting in a cafe in paradise . . . |
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Naked as a razor, I'm as loaded as a dice . . . |
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The waitresses all ask me for my price, |
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I laugh and say I'm leaving and this is only dreaming, |
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So hold me while I'm screaming . . . |
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Now . . . ! Is the moment of truth . . . |
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Your youth is a mask but it's not made to last |
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For we all have a past to out run |
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when the mask comes undone |
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And we race on and on |
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through the fiery portals of hell . . . ! |
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Go and tell all your friends |
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that you've witnessed the end |
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of the world in a dream . . . |
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The night winds are howling . . . seducing the trees, |
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I wake in a cold sweat |
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with the sheets 'round my knees . . . |
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I've got a sleep that burns . . . a sleep that burns . . . |
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Got a sleep that burns all night. |
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I lay in the darkness with visionless eyes . . . |
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Exhausted and reeling . . . all heartbeats and sighs . . . |
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But the sleep still burns, yes, the sleep still burns, |
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Got a sleep that burns all night . . . |
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(sleep is coming, don't you worry . . .) |
