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    Sleep Apnoea

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    [spoken]:
    In my darkness
    I speak now upon this object of nature
    And now upon that
    And find it impossible to soothe my restless head
    However much I wish it
    This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep
    (Buck 65):
    I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death
    And as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breath
    That exited my body that didn't coincide
    With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside
    Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach
    And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle
    I simply can't imagine living on the moon
    Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon
    (Buck 65):
    Prosthetic throwing arm, isn't it fantastic?
    I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket
    It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel
    Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel
    I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven
    All I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope
    It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell
    I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help
    I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep
    'cause most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people
    That haven't been able to make me stop feeling
    Like demons are hiding behind the walls and in the ceiling
    My catcher always told me you can't hit what you can't see
    Your absence actually aggravates my fancy
    And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin
    I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been
    I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen
    To lock the door behind the next person that goes in
    Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks
    And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it's getting rusty
    I've been poked by so many fingers
    That getting poked by fingers don't bother me no mo'
    I feel like a jellyfish, uncephalized, uncivilized
    Unspecified, unspecialized
    Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
    Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance
    Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
    Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance
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