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Morning, your toast, your tea and
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Sugar, Read about the politician’s
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Lover, Go through the day like knife through
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Butter, Why don’t you.
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You dress in the colours of
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Forgiveness, Your eyes as red as.
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Christmas, Purple robes are folder.
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On the kitchen chair.
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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In your dreams, everything is alright.
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Tomorrow dawns like someone else’s suicide.
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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Dreams It’s a dirty business,
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Dreaming, Where there is silence and not
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Screaming, Where there’s no daylight, there’s no
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Healing, no, no
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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In your dreams, everything is alright.
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Tomorrow dawns like someone else’s suicide.
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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Hope, hope is where the
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Door is, When the church is where the
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War is, Where no one can
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Feel no one else’s pain.
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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In your dreams, everything is alright.
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Tomorrow dawns like someone else’s suicide.
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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Sleep like a baby tonight.
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Like a bird, your dreams take a flight.
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Like St. Francis covered in light.
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You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
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