And you said It was like fire around the Burning Burning thin the burning rim Like stars burning holes right through the dark Flicking fire like in my eyes You were one inch from edge of this bed I drag you back sleepyhead, sleepyhead
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They think of something to say the day you burst With all lions and all their might and all their thirst They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing Against the walls your rules against your skin My beard grew down to the floor and the doors Of your eyes but go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead.