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Deep in the bosom of the gentle night |
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Is when I search for the light |
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Pick up my pen and start to write |
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I struggle, fight dark forces |
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In the clear moon light |
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Without fear... insomnia |
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I can't get no sleep |
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I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry |
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Gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness |
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No electricity, something's all over me, greasy |
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Insomnia please release me and let me dream of |
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Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath |
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Tearin' off tights with my teeth |
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But there's no release, no peace |
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I toss and turn without cease |
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Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast |
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At least a couple of weeks |
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Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers |
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But now I keep myself pepped |
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Deeper still, that night I write by candle light |
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I find insight, fundamental movement, uh |
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So when it's back this insomniac take an original tack |
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Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack |
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I gets no sleep |
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I can't get no sleep |
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I can't get no sleep |
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I can't get no sleep |
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I need to sleep, although I get no sleep |
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I need to sleep, although I get no sleep |
