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The clock
stops
ticking
the room
stops
spinning
around and
around
I go
so, who are you
?
mister sandman
gunk in my eye
creak in my neck
wake
me up
todays the day
the needle in the hay
silver in the sky
its there
pull it
squeeze it
it beats
ba-bump
dont let go
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