Awake

Death is the devil's work
Love is a cheap card trick
Truth is a poor man's dream
Oh, thought is a quicksand maze

And all my years spent cursing up the stairs
Good morning, God, get up, forget those bad dreams
We've been awake and waiting far too long
And thinking about debts

Sleep is a sick-sad joke
Good morning, God, get up, forget those bad dreams
Forget those bad dreams
Forget those bad dreams, whoa
Forget those bad dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Camella Carneiro Lobo
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