Mission Control

Sleep Sunshine

They're scratching at your door
They see you in your room
They scared you daughter's ponies away

He's walking in that door
Abbreviate my thoughts
He's talking while he's tucking you away

Wake up into the mourning
Sun-shine over my bed
Birds, birds out and they're singing

But now everyone that I know is dressing me up in my clothes
And I'd like you to sleep, sleep sunshine

There's something in my drink
Amnesia in my thoughts
They're stumbling and they're creeping away

Wake up into the morning
Sun-shine over my bed
Birds, birds out and they're singing

And now everyone that I know is dressing me up in my clothes
And I'd like you to sleep, sleep sunshine

God, I'm only sleeping
And the fault line's in my own bed
And it's right here, right now, all the pain for the glory

And now everyone that I know is dressing me up in my clothes
And I'd like you to sleep, sleep sunshine

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