Yours is the only version of my desertion
That I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do
You are a past dinner, the last winnerI'm raping all around me
Until the last drop is behind you
You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, dearOh yes, dear
Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
You are the only person who's completely certain
There's nothing here to be intoThat is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner
And everything we've come to
That makes you, youBut you cannot safely say
That while I will be away
That you will not consider sadly
How you helped me to stray
And you will not reach me I am
Resenting a position that's past resentment
And now I can't consider
And now there is this distance, soSleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you canSleep tight, grim rite
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Something to say
Something to do
Nothing to say
When there's nothing to do
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