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It's late and I'm tired But I can't go to sleep There's too much to do Too much I haven't told you Too much I want to hear Too much to listen to Too little to waste There are adventures not yet experienced There are voices unheard There are thoughts unvoiced There are songs unwritten There are kisses unfelt And I have adventures to experience And I have voices to hear And I have thoughts to voice And I have songs to write And I have kisses to feel And I have you. Oh, you. Who are you? I certainly haven't found you yet Actually, I thought I had, but you went away Now I fear I will never see you again Oh, you. You with your saddened eyes You who have endured so much You who deserve so much more You who I try to help but You who shy away to You who are gone. gone. gone. It does not make my thoughts any clearer It does not make me feel any better It does not make my eyes any drier to write. But it does help the sunshine keep a little longer It does let your kisses linger in the shade It does help my weary head resurrect The light from whence we came And I know that someday you will return And I won't let you slip down down again And my time awake is time well spent So I cannot sleep. I cannot sleep.
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
Insomnia is another way of saying "I love you"
It's late and I'm tired But I can't go to sleep There's too much to do Too much I haven't told you Too much I want to hear Too much to listen to Too little to waste There are adventures not yet experienced There are voices unheard There are thoughts unvoiced There are songs unwritten There are kisses unfelt And I have adventures to experience And I have voices to hear And I have thoughts to voice And I have songs to write And I have kisses to feel And I have you. Oh, you. Who are you? I certainly haven't found you yet Actually, I thought I had, but you went away Now I fear I will never see you again Oh, you. You with your saddened eyes You who have endured so much You who deserve so much more You who I try to help but You who shy away to You who are gone. gone. gone. It does not make my thoughts any clearer It does not make me feel any better It does not make my eyes any drier to write. But it does help the sunshine keep a little longer It does let your kisses linger in the shade It does help my weary head resurrect The light from whence we came And I know that someday you will return And I won't let you slip down down again And my time awake is time well spent So I cannot sleep. I cannot sleep.
Sam Dickinson 2010
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
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