After this morning moon dubbed me knight
And all my roads are roamed out
On yonder lies my deepest fright :
Will I still be wanting a bed for the night ?
In the wake of the deepest sleep man ever took
When the truth comes a-rushing like a speeding train
If the sky ever decides to drop the stars
So they’re close enough for us to look right into them
Oh maybe then could I rest
That's how it is before and after
Those goddamn boots are made for walking
No cups of tea, no fireplace
Your price for intactness is incompleteness

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