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Insomnia
Why this hour do I wake?
The quietest hour of all
The stillness of the night
I wish my dreams would call
Insomnia is the latest thing
Sent to make me suffer
As the days and weeks go by
I swear I’m feeling rougher
When it’s time for me to get up
It’s then I’m ready for sleep
Oh this damn insomnia
Really makes me weep
The quietest hour of all
The stillness of the night
I wish my dreams would call
Insomnia is the latest thing
Sent to make me suffer
As the days and weeks go by
I swear I’m feeling rougher
When it’s time for me to get up
It’s then I’m ready for sleep
Oh this damn insomnia
Really makes me weep
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