He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him And sometimes we're scorned and sometimes I believe him And sometimes I'm convinced that my friends think I'm crazy Get scared and call him, but he's usually hazy. At 1 in the morning, the day is not ended By 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend By 4 he will drink but he cannot feel it Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it And I don't believe him Morning is mocking me. And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me.
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