boy is it coming to me
lotta bodies i don't know
hoped i could get some sleepin'
hope that they will go
that boy is crying
forget about the lying
he's not singing
cause his ears are ringing
i've gotta hit the sheets again
gotta catch an hour before i go
down to the streets beneath me
out into the crowd below
take me to the outer reaches
rock me to and fro
this boy is crying
fed up with the lying
i'm not singing
cause my eyes are stinging
get me on a roll again
look me in the eye and flash your smile
flash your smile
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