Текст песни Bryant Richard - Blankety Blank
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Richard BryantI sleep like a baby in a treetop when I`m highWhen I`m low I sleep six feet undergroundI wrap myself in sheetrock, lay my head upon an anvilSo my bad dreams never dare to get me downI fall down like roadkill every time you never callBut I rise again when I hear you speak my nameWhy should I wipe my glasses? I see you with my eyes closedThough it hurts to think you might not see it the sameSo I`m hittin` the hay with a blankety-blankI`m waiting for my mind to go blankety-blankI wish you were hereI sleep with one eye open and the other closed up tightThe better to see you try to figure this one outI hear you knock the front door. I spot you on the ceiling.I watch you hang back in a long winedark shadow of doubtI`m hittin` the hay with a blankety-blankI`m waiting for my mind to go blankety-blankI wish you were here