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At the age of 16
I grew out of hope
I regarded the cosmos
Through a circle of rope
So I threw out all plans
Ran on to the wheel
And emptied my head
Of all childish ideals
Sleep of no feeling
Sleep of no being
Sleep of no dreaming
Sleep of no dreaming
I married the first girl
Who wasn't a man
And smiled as the spiders
Ran all over my hands
Sleep of no feeling
Sleep of no being
Sleep of no dreaming
Sleep of no dreaming
Made a good living
By dying it's true
As the world in my TV
Leaks onto my shoes
Sleep of no feeling
Sleep of no being
Sleep of no dreaming
Sleep of no dreaming
Sleep of no feeling
Sleep of no being
Sleep of no dreaming
Sleep of no dreaming
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