20071027

insomnia



Deep in the bosom of the gentle night Is when I search for the light. Pick up my pen and start to write. I struggle, fight dark forces In the clear moon light Without fear... insomnia; I can't get no sleep. I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry, Gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness. Insomnia please release me and let me dream. [...] Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty. And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator. One dry potato inside, Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam!



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