The sun goes down, the moon comes up
The world turns 'round and spills my cup
This life I live, this place I'm at
It's to fast, there is no time to spat
Lay me down to sleep you know I need the rest
I need a break in this life so that I can be my best
Sleep though is something that I cannot have
I continue to separate wheat from the chaff
In my mind I go over it time and again
I can't forget but I can't remember when
So close yet indeed so far away
The inevitable conflict and foray
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