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SLEEPY EYE

Sitting in a chair
Watching the world spin
Looking for a place
To put my thoughts in
She stroked my hair
It's like matted fur
Perhaps I can squeeze them into her
Sleepy eye, I never could explain why I loved your sleepy eye
And you have got no style
But perhaps that's why
I like you the best
I like you the best
And when I fell
I landed in the recovery position
But I never could admit
To what I once I admitted
Though I think that you know
And you have got no style
But perhaps that's why
I like you the best
I like you the best
Sleepy eye, I never could explain why I loved your sleepy eye
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