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My companion, the late night tube

Forever friends all these years

Sleep, the inconsiderate party guest

An alternative for late night beers

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Maybe I’m actually a vampire

Since nighttime is my playground

Could this explain my howling

And pace restlessly like a wolfhound

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I long for my plasma screen

Eyes glued on the clock all night

Mornings are sleepless and tiring

A reflection would be a fright

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In the late hours, real darkness descends

It’s our own demons we should fear

Slowing the body, speeding the mind

Thru the looking glass we disappear