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z's When the day has gone so well When there's something undone When i just want to stay up to see the rising sun When the time flies in waste When i ignore what to do When the sleep seems too sweet, that it's keeping me sane When the dreams pull me in When i hasten to quell, the radio or alarm which i know all too well When fatigue seems to have me When my eyes doth protest When the warmth of my covers seem to feel the absolute best When events of that day strike fear, boredom, or dread When i want to be there but i'm held to my bed Unconscious rules reason, especially these times A two-headed creature, devious and divine |