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- 2:04 a.m. - sleepy head with pen and paper I release and define me as I recall the moments I came to find myself the words came out to fast for my hand to keep up that's why I put my pen and paper up on a shelf now I feel the old pain again same as it always feels as it always was what good is knowing the cause or feeding the fire what good is desire if it is not fulfilled no worries my friend it's only a heart you killed when you stopped (when did you stop hearing it beating?) only for you do you know how much you forgot about what you know what you feel is true when will you stop the pretense you have no good defense unless you play to an audience of fools and the dead what was the last thing you said? time to sleep put out the flame don't want to burn up alone in bed make love instead good night what was the last thing you said? good night sweet dreams, adored sleepy head � � |
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