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If we are puppets, Then sleepiness Is a dangerous Puppeteer. He creeps up on you And hijacks your Mind and body Your eyes are closing Your body feels heavy Your head may drop off Anytime Your shoulders are drooping Your feet are weary Your back supports you No more Your head is swaying Your body is aching Oh how you wish you were In bed *You can’t hear properly You can’t speak properly You don’t care Anymore...*                                                                                  ...he whispers in your ear And this is when Sleepiness Slips you onto His puppet strings And starts to sway Your bearings One, two One, two You plod on Left, right Left, right Your vision starts to spin *You can’t hear properly You can’t speak properly You don’t care Anymore...*                                                                                  ...he whispers in your ear Continuing on Your way You know what you’re doing But yet, don’t notice Anything Around you Until that loud beep Jolts you from your sleep And brings you out of The puppeteer's spell The puppet strings Are broken And you are left To face reality The fact that you could've should've Died *You can’t hear properly You can’t speak properly You don’t care Anymore...*                                                                                  ...he whispers in your ear
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:53 AM UTC
The puppeteer
If we are puppets, Then sleepiness Is a dangerous Puppeteer. He creeps up on you And hijacks your Mind and body Your eyes are closing Your body feels heavy Your head may drop off Anytime Your shoulders are drooping Your feet are weary Your back supports you No more Your head is swaying Your body is aching Oh how you wish you were In bed *You can’t hear properly You can’t speak properly You don’t care Anymore...*                                                                                  ...he whispers in your ear And this is when Sleepiness Slips you onto His puppet strings And starts to sway Your bearings One, two One, two You plod on Left, right Left, right Your vision starts to spin *You can’t hear properly You can’t speak properly You don’t care Anymore...*                                                                                  ...he whispers in your ear Continuing on Your way You know what you’re doing But yet, don’t notice Anything Around you Until that loud beep Jolts you from your sleep And brings you out of The puppeteer's spell The puppet strings Are broken And you are left To face reality The fact that you could've should've Died *You can’t hear properly You can’t speak properly You don’t care Anymore...*                                                                                  ...he whispers in your ear
And this is why I need more than 6 hours of sleep...
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:53 AM UTC
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