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You Can Sleep When You're Dead

From the ceiling to the floor
Creeping between wooden boards
A new type of sound
Flowing from our vocal spouts

Blue eyed knives shrink and sharpen
Looks can kill I know cause I've seen it happen
Fruits of life will ripen only after being bruised and
A man of caution understands reason
And the feeling of losing

Faith, happiness, love
It goes on and on
All of the above

Burns in this building
Chairs, tables, desks
As we lay to rest

Under the covers of a burning bed
We don't wake
We dream instead

Mother goose said
You can sleep when you're dead

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