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>Another sleepless night
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>Starlight snores away in your bed
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>You stumble around the shed
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>Cracking open a cold Bud Light
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>Is this real or just another dream
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>Hands are shaking
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>Around a piece of rope they’re snaking
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>A fantasy as sweet as whipped cream
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>It’s probably not real
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>Wrapping the rope around a hook
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>Just like in the book
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>You’re not going to have another meal
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>One last time you look over to your mare
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>In the morning this will not be a pretty sight
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>You step on the chair with all your might
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>Kicking it away you simply stare
by karwler
by karwler
by karwler
by karwler
by karwler