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• Artiste: Cloud Cult
• Titre: Sleeping Days, Pt. II
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I hope you awoke to fireworks, in the arms of a grass-stained wizard. Because I can't bear to think that you are gone. And somewhere in my belly my little boy is running with unicorns and Elmo and one of Daddy's songs. Good morning, Baby. Why are you still sleeping? You're a plastic boy on a plastic bed. Why didn't they take me instead? I like to think that you are sleeping In a safe little blue bird's nest. And I'll protect your memories With the dragons in my chest. Good night, Baby. Daddy's going crazy. I'm choking on my sleeping pills And hanging from a window sill. I like to think you're dressed up In the beads that Momma made. Will you be there waiting, When they take my skin away?