Insomnia

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Late at night I cannot sleep

I can hear the angels weep

Cannot even touch the bed

And I'm wishing I was dead

Let me go

Let it flow

Let me drift off gently

Let me lie

Tell me why

Why do you prevent me

Just as the sun is rising

I feel myself capsizing

I am only more withdrawn

As it gets nearer to dawn

Let me go

Let it flow

Let me drift off gently

Let me lie

Tell me why

Why do you prevent me

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