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My legs haven't been so heavy

I'm a drag and a half over the top

Still pulling my weight this day

While I really should be sleeping



Everything's so loud right now

The ground won't stop shaking

These masks and these grins for me

All the while, I shouldn't be here



I'm taking it in and shoving it away

Coughing it up and blowing it out

Puking sympathetics on the fly

And I'm just so fucking tired



Lights trail as we sputter by

From miles away I smell something sweet

A laugh I find intoxicating

This poor boy really should be sleeping



But something subtle just stabbed me in the back

Someone unfriendly just punched me in the gut

A little bit of everything just made me skip a beat

Quite a lot of nothing just shut me down completely



And here we began, young man sitting and staring

The lights are bright and the scene wants to rumble

When a certain special somebody sweeps up the pieces

And assembles them into something prettier than before



A technical wizard with her lips and with her eyes

Some kind of sweet aroma stops me from dozing

This is the moment, this is the spectacle

And I'm grateful that I'm still not sleeping



That was the day I met a slap in the face

A harsh blast of cold, cool air

Everything fell into motion and into scheme

When I was introduced to the she set just for me



At once we're experiencing

Seeing, believing, loving and living

And the beauty of it is

I don't feel like sleeping



Especially not when she's around.