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Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do
You are a past dinner, the last winner
I'm raking all around me
Until the last drop is behind you

You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
You're so cute when you're sedated, dear
Oh yes dear

Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight (simpleton)
Sleep tonight (you're a simpleton)
Sleep tonight (cannot follow)
Sleep tonight (what the hell)

That is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner
But you cannot safely say while I will be away
That you will not consider sadly how you helped me to stray
You will not reach me I am resenting a position that is past resentment
And now I can't consider and now there is this distance, so...

Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight (simpleton)
Sleep tonight (you're a simpleton)
Sleep tonight (cannot follow)
Sleep tonight (what the hell)

Something to say
Something to do
Nothing to say
But there's nothing to do