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Sleep long, sleep well |
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Only to awake in hell |
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One day I saw a man asleep |
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In a doorway on the street |
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Through walls of sheltered inhibition |
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I perceived his condition. |
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Dying of hunger, and exposure |
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Food and shelter, two blocks over. |
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Within this place we breed and dwell |
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We've created living hell. |
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Sleep long, sleep well |
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Only to awake in hell. |
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City sleeps and pigeons flutter, |
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Vagrant dies in the gutter |
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Prideless death somehow befitting |
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To life spent working on forgetting. |
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Riding on the bus, I looked outside and thought about death, |
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Passing cars the only tribute to his gasping final breath. |
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Sleep long, sleep well, |
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Only to awake in hell. |
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Then I went home, to get my mind off things, |
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I decided to watch television. |
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Constant subliminal brain immersion |
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Subconscious death wish coercion. |
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Buy and consume and want and need |
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Never fall from the trap of greed. |
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I thought about the bitter pain |
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Of jail cells and falling rain, |
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I thought ahead and I looked away, |
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What can you do anyway ? |
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In sheltered youth and our pretension |
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Avert our eyes to divert attention |
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Only to see the human victims |
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Always there to remind us. |
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Sleep long, sleep well, Only to awake in hell. |
