I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child I lay in the dark 'til morning came. And it's so unoriginal But I feel it worse at night And I know it's not terminal But I'm near half dead with fright And freezing cold.
But sooner than wake up To find it all unchanged I'll sleep through the day till the daylight ends. 'Cos it's so familiar As it comes around again The same taste to everything The same unbroken chain That still remains.
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