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
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