Death is the Devil's work
Love is a cheap card trick
Truth is a poor man's dream
Oh, thought is a quicksand pit

And all my year's spent cursing up the stairs

Good morning, God, get up, forget those bad dreams

We've been awake and waiting far too long
And thinking up our deaths

Sleep is a sick, sad joke

Good morning, God, get up, forget those bad dreams

Forget those bad dreams
Forget those bad dreams

Oh, forget those bad dreams


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