Oh, if I had my way,
I'd be in bed all day.
I would be out of sight
Every morn until night,
Makingno one mad,
Making no one sad
Nor breaking someone's heart
Or, they, mine from the start.
Yes, in bed I would lay,
Sleeping my life away.
And why be a awake, true,
When no one's living you?
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