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Receiving dept., 3 a.m.
Staff cust have socked up the overage Directives are posted. No callbacks, complaints. Everywhere is calm. Hong Kong is present Taipei awakes All talk of circadian rhythm I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache grey Daysleeper The bull and the bear are making Their territories They're leading the blind with Their international glories I'm the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night. I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache grey Don't wake me with so much. Daysleeper. I cried the other night I can't even say why Fluorescent flat caffeine lights Its furious balancing I'm the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache grey Don't wake me with so much. The ocean machine is set to 9 I'll squeeze into heaven and valentine My bed is pulling me, Gravity Daysleeper. Daysleeper. Daysleeper. Daysleeper. Daysleeper. |
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| 4:24 | 
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If we're talking about love
Then I have to tell you Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed. I've gotten lost before. I've woke up stone drunk Face down in the floor. Late afternoon, the house it hot. I started, I jumped up. Everyone hates a bore. Everybody hates a drunk. This may be a lit invention Professors muddled in their intent To try to rope in followers To float their malcontent. As for this reader, I'm already spent. Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started, I jumped up. Everyone hates a sad professor. I hate where I wound up. Dear readers, my apologies. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. Long silence presents the tragedies Of love. Note the age. Get afraid. The surface hazy with attendant thoughts. A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks. Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started, I jumped up. Everyone hates a bore. Everybody hates a drunk. Everyone hates a sad professor. I hate where I wound up. I hate where I wound up. |
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The concrete broke your fall
To hear you speak of it I'd have done anything I would do anything I feel like a cartoon brick wall To hear you speak of it You've been so sad It makes me worry Why not smile? You've been sad for a while. Why not smile? I would do anything To hear you speak of it. Why not smile? You've been sad for a while. You've been sad for a while. |
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