Traffic flows like a river,
At night.
A river broken by the snoring
And some lose words.
She didn't want to eat,
She'd rather snore,
Expelling the demons
Of a long week at work.
We need a priest,
Maybe a shaman,
I think I'm a witch doctor,
But I don't mess with someone who's sleeping
So sound
With such noise,
Snore.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Traffic flows like a river,
At night.
A river broken by the snoring
And some lose words.
She didn't want to eat,
She'd rather snore,
Expelling the demons
Of a long week at work.
We need a priest,
Maybe a shaman,
I think I'm a witch doctor,
But I don't mess with someone who's sleeping
So sound
With such noise,
Snore.
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