Sleep
Staying up to get work done
Hanging out and having fun
Not a care about tomorrow
Then you feel the sleepy sorrow
Taking naps throughout the day
Trying to keep the headaches away
The sun is way too fucking bright
Oh shit, I left on the fucking light
Tomorrow I shall get my rest
I will plan to get the very best
I told Richard we can go out drinking
What the fuck was I actually thinking?
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