Tired
I’m just relaxing here
doing nothing at all
while I’m here cruising
my parents are shopping in the mall
I just got home from work
I’m so dead
figuratively speaking off course
I should get in my bed
can’t lift my head up
can’t get it two centimetres high
I don’t want to move
just wont to stay here and lie
sleep is the word that crosses my mind
I worked eight hours and had to get up at six
you shouldn’t ask me something
right now, there’s nothing I can fix
all right, enough is enough
I wish you goodnight
I’ll close my eyes
and try to sleep tight
and I promise you something
about what I’m going to do
I’m going to sleep now
and dream about you
doing nothing at all
while I’m here cruising
my parents are shopping in the mall
I just got home from work
I’m so dead
figuratively speaking off course
I should get in my bed
can’t lift my head up
can’t get it two centimetres high
I don’t want to move
just wont to stay here and lie
sleep is the word that crosses my mind
I worked eight hours and had to get up at six
you shouldn’t ask me something
right now, there’s nothing I can fix
all right, enough is enough
I wish you goodnight
I’ll close my eyes
and try to sleep tight
and I promise you something
about what I’m going to do
I’m going to sleep now
and dream about you
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, september 13, 2006 18:25 |
| Are you sure you''re not in love with somebody? I''m starting to doubt ;) you should go to bed very early! sweet dreams x! |
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| Auteur: Tim R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 september 2006 | ||
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