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Living Room

Dylan Scott

Dylan Scott

2016

what to do
With all this living room

First week felt like freedom
But lately, I ain't sleeping
I just wait by the phone
Trying not to call

Last

night yeah
I'm still stuck in bed I'm just lying 
To myself, to my mom & to anyone 
That ever tried or cared or gave a fuck 
Fingers crossed i declare i

As mine
As mine
As mine (yeah yeah)
FYI
Ooh
As mine
As mine
As mine
Oh let me get back in it
Queen bed with a queen in it
Long way from the street sleeping

Dainty Delusive Doll

Enslavement of Beauty

Megalomania

still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous
Such a sight, so pristine a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace
Haunted by her image,

Taking one Child by the hand, we went inside of the Sleeping Machine and held each other so tight...

little much despair 
And if I choke 
Drag me back to hell with the salty air 

And if I slip 
Right off that rusty ship 
Be sure to make my bed  
Cuz I'll

the money biz
Wanna know what I'm bringing
cnd sleeping in my bed
But I'm more used to the rim or the gin
But as long as I got something I'll call it a win
I

when it uses instinct

I can't tell when you're mad

Please don't say if it's sad

Guess I'll keep sleeping by myself in my bed

Guess I'll keep all

you can come over and whoop me decent
We can go to bed but baby I'm not sleeping
I can take you all around the world
Get the neckie with the pearls
I

the time I get to where I lay my head,
You'll be sleeping in somebody else's bed.

So I'm countin on Georgia to set me free.
Just a day's drive from

everything I feel
Details I should never share
Like the time I feared
All the voices that I hear
Every night I need a sleeping pill
It gives me ulcers in my

Mother, these streets are too cold for me
I'm standing by your door
A plant under each arm,
let me move back in

Father, the last time you offered to teach

Mary's Lullaby

Jane Siberry

Child: Music for the Christmas Season

1997

See the child that Mary bore
On her lap so softly sleeping
In a stable cold and poor
Ox and ass their vigil keeping

Sing lullaby, sing lullaby
My

Medley: Jingle Bells/Santa Claus Is Coming To Town/White Christmas/Let

Jann Arden

A Jann Arden Christmas

2015

going out in the storm
But, if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And my dear, we're still good by ing

I'll call the plumber. The worse thing is the bed at night, it's like sleeping in a block of ice. 

Cuz everything was easier with you here, that's when

At night when everyone's in bed
I get my bike out of the shed
Ride down the hill head for the city

It's my favorite place to go
Don't think anybody

lit a candle 
She blow me so slowly
I smiled with gold teeth
Turnt up the bose
Neighbours iz sleeping
Dont wake up posty
Sit by the pool or go

in a king sized bed if I'm lonely
Cause you always spend the night at the party
I've been waiting by the door all night for you to come home
But I

knows just what to say
To keep me still
Her pretty hands will wrap around my throat
She's got a quota to fill
You turned your bed into a tourist trap
You

love was such a good drug
Girl, you know you'll have me high
And shawty I ain't lying, I ain't lying
I really want you by my side

So baby, is you with

You came in
Right through my window
It was night
No one was watching you
And you know I don't like sleeping by myself
So I asked you for some help

of sudden I want to sleep
But when-when I'mma lay down in bed then now I don't want to sleep
Why why I cannot fall asleep now, why
And I'm still confused
Why

I used to miss the days sleeping in your bed
Now it feels like we're both dead
Even though you're the one who's gone
I'm still not moving on
'Cause I

What my eyes can see all around 
Is a world of sleepers
We're all sleeping in the beds of ideology
Pillowed be these mazes, can't you see
Listening