Garbage – Sleep

Garbage

In the middle of the night
Head on my pillow
Looking like a littleghost
Seems like all of the things that you gave me mother
Have all gone up in smoke

In the middle of the night
You don’t know what I’m thinking
But still the stars just sparkle and shine
Seems like all the time our boat was slowly sinking
You didn’t even seem to mind

Now all I want to do is sleep

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