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From Turn on the Bright Lights:
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Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do
You are a past dinner, the last winner, I'm raping all around me
Until the last drop is behind you, oh
You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, dear
Oh yes, dear
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight [Simpleton]
Sleep tonight [You're a simpleton]
Sleep tonight [Cannot follow]
Sleep tonight [What the hell]
You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into
That is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you
You
Oh, but you cannot safely say, that while I will be away
That you will not consider sadly, how you helped me to stray
And you will not reach me, I am resenting a position that's past resentment
And now I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight [Simpleton]
Sleep tonight [You're a simpleton]
Sleep tonight [Cannot follow]
Sleep tonight [What the hell]
Something to say
Something to do
Nothing to say
When there's nothing to do
[Aa-ah]
[Aa-ah]
