08 Perpetual Sleep

Perpetual sleep, perpetual sleep,
Perpetual sleep, perpetual sleep,

Perpetual sleep,
Perpetual sleep,
I can see I’ve been here before,
It’s a land of one open window,
A thousand bolted doors,
I’ll try and climb out,
But the glass isn’t polished,
It’s awful sharp,
Take a stab
At a stab in the dark
Climb through
Climb through...

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