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Sleep On It (McCluskey Angela)

Now I know that nothing's get me high Scorched the land to find a man Even lost the will to lie Pluck out every artery Left my heart to die I made my bed So I can lie on it So I can cry on it Now i'm wondering why I made this bed Cameras hidden in my ceiling fan Excuse me but where was you, god That long hot afternoon Drag my head across the floor Now i'm living dead And I made my bed So I can sleep on it So I can weep on it Now I'm wondering why I made this bed And the cold dew's stinging There's vultures singing I caught a vision of my death But there is One sweet poison i'm immune to Don't wake me 'Cause my dreaming's seeming true I made my bed So I can lie on it So I can cry on it Now i'm wondering why I made this bed So I can sleep on it So I can weep on it Now I'm wondering why I made this bed