Not a single saving thought
Just push sleep off
And believe there's substance somewhere
Find myself holding sleep like a life-line
And believe there's substance some, some, somewhere
Just push off waking
Skip truth for comfort
Hold the falling close
Find myself holding sleep like a life-line
There's difference in what's lost and the face that comes together
Just push off waking
Skip truth for comfort
And hold the falling close
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