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When I'm sleeping I am seldom in (??) |
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All my secrecies are patent pending |
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When I wake up I don't really wake up |
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Close my eyes for all the things I make up |
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And this is the thing |
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Are these other things |
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Meant for me |
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Aha ah-ah |
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Deny the bliss and then I rely |
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on my little eye |
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There's no problem with my inspiration |
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It's just the case of very poor concentration |
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Now when I'm dreaming I am spending a world(?) |
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Now in my trash there lie seven different flowers |
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And this is the thing |
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Are these other things |
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Meant for me |
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Aha ah-ah |
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Deny the bliss and then I rely |
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On my little eye |
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And you can twist my arm |
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Are these other things |
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Meant for me |
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Aha ah-ah |
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Slight the bliss and then I rely |
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On my little eye |
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So ominous |
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And dangerous |
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The way in which I'm sleeping right now |
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So ominous |
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And treacherous |
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The way in which I'm sleeping right now |
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So ominous |
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And hazardous |
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The way in which I'm sleeping right now |
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These are the things |
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Are these other things |
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Meant for me |
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Aha ah-ah |
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Ignore the bliss and then I rely |
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On my little eye |
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And you can twist my arm |
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These other things |
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Don't know why but it's hard |
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To even try and those who deny |
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Lie |
