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While you sleep, the kitty-corner neighbor is Burning up her lot How do you stay so quietly wrapped up When she's screaming "I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" All of my bad dreams run like errands now Rang too high a shift tab up and got called out Or I fly to the wrong city, while you wait on another continent Minor years occasionally with night terrors Hypervigilance Kept me up for drag races at 3 o'clock Over the potholes and the trolley tracks Wouldn't wanna sacrifice my hours like that But wishing you a sweet dream makes me desperate And I'm known for latching on till the sour еnd reveals its forwarding address I'm top tеn, so don't go off my grid again Waiting around till the sour end gives out for good That's life, I guess From Letras Mania