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I'm tired


Sleep Sleep my tired soul
Dream a dream where I control
When what happens where and why
To stop the tears flowing out my eyes

The kind of tired sleep cant fix
Maybe tonight I’ll cross the Styx
Or instead you’ll come caress my face
And we can disappear without a trace

Where my heart can take rest
When I can realize that I’ve been blessed
With someone who gives me a reason
To wait to so something in due season

But I know when I awake
The dreams I dream will soon break
and reality will soon set in
Disappointed how my week has been

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