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That ****** Cicada. She won’t let me sleep. She won’t let me sleep! Won’t let me sleep – When I’ve worked my shift, I’ve paid my rent, I’ve fluffed my pillow. Won’t let me sleep – In between harassment, In between the bill collectors, The brawls and the ******** Won’t let me sleep – When people fail, When bombs fall And children perish elsewhere. She won’t let me sleep. She won’t let me sleep! That ****** Cicada. She won’t let me sleep.
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
The Cicada in the Room
That ****** Cicada. She won’t let me sleep. She won’t let me sleep! Won’t let me sleep – When I’ve worked my shift, I’ve paid my rent, I’ve fluffed my pillow. Won’t let me sleep – In between harassment, In between the bill collectors, The brawls and the ******** Won’t let me sleep – When people fail, When bombs fall And children perish elsewhere. She won’t let me sleep. She won’t let me sleep! That ****** Cicada. She won’t let me sleep.
liam-c-calhoun
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
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