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Inside a bar of a sleeping town |
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There lay a sleeping man he wore a frown |
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A stranger woke him he looked around |
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Then he spoke I wrote it down |
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He said, "My climbing rope is broken, |
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And I cannot stay awake |
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Better fix it son no joking |
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For the omega day is come" |
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I went over to the stranger's side |
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I began to speak but he read my mind |
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He said, "You know me from long ago" |
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Then he turned I watched him go |
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I said, "My climbing rope is broken, |
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And I cannot stay awake |
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Better fix it son no joking |
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For the omega day is come" |
