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Text: Salad. Insomnia.

Some say I'm ill, sick as a parrot, bone chilled
How does my face look today?
Don a smart cane in a dandy way, my head is full, I cannot think
Slip downstairs for a secret lemonade drink, lemonade drink

Sleep cures everything
Sleep cures, if it's deep enough
Sleep cures everything but insomnia, insomnia

Money, a modern factor, a quick rub-down or a chiropractor
I kid you, you kid me, take a close look at the family tree
Sex dreams, nightmares, wake me up
To the fact that nobody cares, nobody cares

Sleep cures everything
Sleep cures, if it's deep enough
Sleep cures everything but insomnia, insomnia

I go out like a light, clutch the heart of the night
I go out like a light, clutch the heart of the night

Yoga turns, watering plants
Even a flapping limb dance
Anything but the job in hand
Got to lift my head clean out of the sand, out of the sand

Sleep cures everything
Sleep cures, if it's deep enough
Sleep cures everything but insomnia, insomnia