Where I am's nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me
I squint my eyes and try to see just where's the line between a coma and a dream
Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed
The sun is up and it's getting late, so shake those lazy bones awake
The rhythm of your heart beeps loud until it stops and robs the room of sound
The doctors filter in and out and try to act like they know what they're talking about
Oh, sleepyhead, get out of bed
The sun is up and it's getting late, so shake those lazy bones awake
The sun is up and it's getting late
Yeah, the sun is up and it's getting late
Yeah, the sun is up, it's getting late
Where I am's nowhere it seems when thoughts of you get a hold of me
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