I'm coming to your house to steal your sleep
Don't pat yourself on the back, it's not you I'm here to see
I'm just tired ot the alarm going off in the middle of the night
and I'm left high and dry counting sheep underneath the sheets
I'm craving every z like the honey of bees
Believe me, I'll keep lying until you believe
When I said forever, I meant more like a historical tragedy
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