My brain is dead and I am a burnt rubber tire,
I could say I slept, but I would be a lier, lier,
It doesn't make a difference, I am already on fire.
My heart beats a tango, a ballet, a samba,
It plays a tune, it daces to a mamba, mamba,
Someone please let me be, let me feel the rhumba.
I want to sleep forever and ever,
But it feels like forever will be never, never
And I've run out of rhymes, I lost my clever.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
My brain is dead and I am a burnt rubber tire,
I could say I slept, but I would be a lier, lier,
It doesn't make a difference, I am already on fire.
My heart beats a tango, a ballet, a samba,
It plays a tune, it daces to a mamba, mamba,
Someone please let me be, let me feel the rhumba.
I want to sleep forever and ever,
But it feels like forever will be never, never
And I've run out of rhymes, I lost my clever.
I'm really sorry about this; I have not slept in over 36 hours.
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