sleep come
sleep, where is thy maiden hand?why do you run from me?
my day has been long and grand
and now i desire thee, sleep
My pain has been great
My heart has been broken
sleep, come to me
give me peace, your token
as i lay awake in bed
i cry out for you
the thought of sleep inside my head
its all i can do
To not take a knife to my broken heart
To take a razor to my weary wrists
To put a bullet through my conflicted head
come sleep, lay in my bed
i pray the Lord my soul to keep
kill me quickly, in my sleep
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