With 20 spans in my pocket
I've been trudging up and down the street
I thought I'd make it
Another time I was too late
I can't sleep, even though it's already five o'clock< br/>Beared a manic question, which hall leads home
The night wind is cold and raw
And I have nowhere to go
Wandering around in circles
Without any sensible goal
Maybe I've lost my mind
Woke up in a waterfall
Standed talking to my own shadow
Thought it was my best habit
I can't sleep, despite the time already hit five
Was a manic question, which hall leads home
The night wind is cold and raw
And I have nowhere to go
Wandering around in circles
Without any sensible mal

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