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Your pillow's wet, your sweat is cold |
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you fear the stories you've been told |
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your parents will stay out all night |
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they're mad at you 'cause you started a fight |
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Your room is empty, noone's there |
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and still you sense him everywhere |
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your mothers' hand still burns on your face |
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if only you could leave this place |
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Sandman's coming |
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bringing sleep |
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his dreams will make you smile or weep |
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his laughter's heard all through the night |
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pray that you get off with a fright |
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You do not dare to close you eyes |
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you know he'll get you otherwise |
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you try to stay awake all night |
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but fall asleep and lose the fight |
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And suddenly your mind awakes |
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and opens the forbidden gates |
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the hellish powers go their way |
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to take your silly life away |
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You're overwhelmed by deep despair |
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hissing voices fill the air |
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within the tenderness of sleep |
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lie agony and pain indeed |
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Morning rises, the skies are blue |
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your parents return to talk toyou |
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they call your name and step right to your bed |
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but they're too late, your heart stops dead |
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And when you listen to the crying |
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for all the children that are dying |
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you might once hear a quiet laughter |
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it's Sandman, now and everafter |