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Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to That is all that I can do You are a past dinner, the last winner, I'm raking all around me Until the last drop is behind you You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear Well, you're so cute when you're sedated, dear I'm resting Sleep tight, grim rite We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight Sleep tonight, sleep tonight Sleep tonight You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into That is all that you can do You are a past sinner, the last winner and everything we've come to It makes you, you You cannot safely say while I will be away That you will not consider sadly How you helped me to stray You will not reach me I am Resenting a position that's fast resentment And now I can consider now there is this distance so Sleep tight, grim rite We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight Sleep tonight, sleep tonight Sleep tonight Something to say Something to do Nothing to say When there's nothing to do (ah, ah)