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When your mind starts dreaming, |
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Your heart starts stealing |
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Here comes them Sleepy Time Blues |
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Sure as the train's |
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Rolling down the track |
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Better go to sleep |
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Before the blues gets back |
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Go to sleep boys, |
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Don't blow no fuse |
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I know you want to stay awake |
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But it just ain't no use |
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Better go to sleep |
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And turn your tired mind loose |
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Here comes them Sleepy Time Blues |
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It's time for sleeping |
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For the dawn comes creeping |
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In its early morning shoes |
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Turn it in |
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Try to forget |
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You don't really need |
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Another cigarette. |
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Your throat is tired, |
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your mind's all sore, |
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Your head is aching |
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Don't you know what's more |
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You can't remember |
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What you're staying up for |
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Here comes them Sleepy Time Blues |
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The more you fret |
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The worse it gets |
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It's time to call it a day |
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Then after you've slept |
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And you open your eyes |
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You're sure to be in |
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For a nice surprise |
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Lose them blues, |
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It's out of style |
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Tomorrow you'll find that it |
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Wasn't worthwhile |
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And come the morning |
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You'll have to smile |
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When you think about |
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Your Sleepy Time Blues. |
