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Insomnia ~ Faithless

I only smoke weed when I need to
And I need to get some rest, yo, where’s the sex
I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty

And on the count of three I pull back the duvet
Make my way to the refrigerator
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam

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