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I wake up in the basement
I'm so hungry, I'm dry
I must be here sleepwalking, mustn't I?
Getting up from my easy chair
Looking for my wife
Following a trail of crimson spots
That lead into the night
Suddenly, I realize I see it all through real eyes
These crimson spots are dripping from my hand
And, ooh, it makes me feel like a man
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