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Sleeping Arrangements

It gets old getting old so we are sold
Sleeping arrangements, sleeping arrangements
Life and Death is cheap at the top of the heap
What to sow what to reap
Channels and tricking, steel bracelets clicking
Open and shut cases of anything but
What is close so far the everyday rose bizarre
Masses clustering in rows of digital mustering classes
In school lessons in longing hypnotic sing songing
Sleeping arrangements, sleeping arrangements,
So we are sold, it gets old getting old.




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Written on 2019-03-12 at 12:59

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