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Go to sleep, go to sleep. |
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I'm hardly what I make myself out to be. |
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I know what happens when I'm alone. |
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Go to sleep. |
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The cowering and whimpering of a weak-willed son. |
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I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child. |
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I'm tired of dying. |
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I'll be prepared when it comes. |
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I'm tired of dying. |
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This isn't fun anymore. |
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Go to sleep, go to sleep. |
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The constant confrontation that I protect. |
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Protect myself from every night. |
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Go to sleep. |
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No preparation avails me for what's to come. |
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I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child. |
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I'm tired of dying. |
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I'll be prepared when it comes. |
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I'm tired of dying. |
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This isn't fun anymore. |
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Now will it be rainbows or knives. |
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This isn't funny anymore. |
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And in the morning the only way to feel accomplished is to be visited by every horrible thought in my mind. |
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I'm tired of dying. |
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This isn't fun anymore. |
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I'm tired of dying. |
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I'll be prepared when it comes. |
