A sleepin' pill Has made you ill And caused you to regress You're losin' touch With simple pleasures Your life is gettin' dull Your telephone neurosis It's killin' all us Your friends are gettin' famous But that's not who have to call You're havin' trouble wakin' up You want things to be perfect You're always at the window You think it's safer there
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