No peace it seems is out there
Could it be real, or is my world surreal?
As the long night goes on
I toss and turn, with sleep only spurned
I might as well surrender to it
Give in to the restless, wild spirit
No sleep for the wicked will come
No peace it seems is out there
Could it be real, or is my world surreal?
As the long night goes on
I toss and turn, with sleep only spurned
I might as well surrender to it
Give in to the restless, wild spirit
No sleep for the wicked will come
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