Sleepyhead

And everything is going to the beat
 And everything is going to the beat
 And everything is going
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 And you said, it was like fire around the brim
 Burning solid, burning thin the burning rim
 Like stars burning holes right through the dark
 Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
 You were one inch from the edge of this bed
 I drag you back
 A sleepyhead
 Sleepyhead
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 They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
 Built all of your lions with all their might and all their thirst
 They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
 Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin
 My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
 Of your eyes, begonia skies
 Like a sleepyhead
 Sleepyhead