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- Funny People

 

Every night the same, I wonder whether this,
is reality or just a dream.
Every night they come, pretend to give a kiss
and then they hit me smiling, I just scream.

So every night I'm awake until 4 o'clock,
I'm just to scared to fall asleep.
And even when I'm awake, when I hear a knock,
I expect again anothere creep.

There was a funny kind of people,
they just kept beating my face.
And just when I tried to defend myself,
they just left and left no trace.

I've tried many things to make them go away,
I've seen doctors more than you can count.
I shouldn't worry then they'd disappear some day,
should keep both feet on the ground.

But when one told me that with a serious face,
I thought he smiled a bit, I'll be damned.
And though I had no evidence, no single trace,
I just knew that he was one of them.

There was a funny kind of people,
they just kept beating my face.
And just when I tried to defend myself,
they just left and left no trace.

I've tried many things to make them go away,
I've seen doctors more than you can count.
I shouldn't worry then they'd disappear some day,
should keep both feet on the ground.

There was a funny kind of people,
they just kept beating my face.
And just when I tried to defend myself,
they just left and left no trace.

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