It's so late
Why is it so late?
Why is there that haughty clock
To govern my whole day?
Into bed
I climb into bed
Weak from really long short days
And worries in my head
Drag myself
I just drag myself
I'm running out of fuel now
It might just stop itself
Strong enough
Am I strong enough?
Yes, you told me, yes I am
And so I'm strong enough
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