My eyes close like the curtains after a play
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and my mind opens like a vista, gold in hue.
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And my thoughts run like a river under an ocean
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and the sandman is given his due (yes he is, yes he is)
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I can’t wait for me to get some sleep.
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The sandman is on his midnight creep.
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Slumber enter, take me deep, until I am rested.
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My dreams sore like an angel in flight
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and my worries run like the sunshine runs from the night.
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I can’t wait for me to get some sleep.
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The sandman is on his midnight creep.
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Slumber enter, looking skyward, counting sheep.
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I pray the lord my soul to keep until I am rested.
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My eyes close like the curtains after a play
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and my mind opens like a vista, gold in hue.
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And my thoughts run like a river under an ocean
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and the sandman is given his due (yes he is, yes he is)
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I can’t wait for me to get some sleep.
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The sandman is on his midnight creep.
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Slumber enter, take me deep, until I am rested.
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I can’t wait for me to get some sleep.
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The sandman is on his midnight creep.
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Slumber enter, looking skyward, counting sheep.
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Goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite…
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Sleep
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| David Ryan Harris |
