| Well I snooze, but I don’t lose
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| I’m a somnambulist at the top of the list
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| I’m happiest when I’m tucked in
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| And I refuse to see sloth as a sin
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| From the middle of the night to the morning light
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| To the time when I feel just right
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| I got a goal: to shorten the gap
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| Between waking up and my afternoon nap
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| I wanna earn a coma diploma
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| Who do I see 'bout getting me into a coma?
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| 'Cause when I lay me down, my soul is yours to keep
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| Woa oh, I’m going back to sleep
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| Well there ain’t no trees in
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| It’s a terrible place for a hammock
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| So I got the fuck out of there and moved to New York City
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| I felt all the nitty-gritty, nitty-gritty, nitty-gritty
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| They say it’s the city that never sleeps
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| Well you know that’s about to change
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| 'Cause the price of loving you, girl, just ain’t cheap
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| Woa oh, I’m going back to sleep
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| Well, life’s better in my dreams
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| 'Cause in there, you and me, we’re a team
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| And my dreams are powered by your love steam
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| But things are never quite what they seem
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| I’m gonna cryogenically freeze
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| A dream of your birds and of your bees
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| 'Til the day you’re on your knees begging please
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| 'Til then, I’m gonna catch up on some z’s
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| You can count me out, but just let me count my sheep
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| Oh lord, I’m going back to sleep |