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I flip to the left, then over to the right
My pillow is hot and the room feels tight
The ceiling is blank but the thoughts won't stop
They spin in my head like a broken top
My thoughts run a loop like a train on its track
The more that I try, the less I get back
I've counted the hours in my narrow bed
And the dark is a blanket much heavier than lead
I toss to the left, I turn to the right
My leg's off the edge and the pillow's in flight
I'm tired of the spins that go on all night
I want to stop thinking and turn off the light
I toss to the left, I turn to the right
My leg's off the edge and the pillow's in flight
The questions keep spinning, there's no end in sight
I'm waiting for morning to bring back the light
My thoughts run a loop like a train on its track
The more that I try, the less I get back
I've counted the hours in my narrow bed
And the dark is a blanket much heavier than lead
I toss to the left, I turn to the right
My leg's off the edge and the pillow's in flight
I'm tired of the spins that go on all night
I want to stop thinking and turn off the light
I toss to the left, I turn to the right
My leg's off the edge and the pillow's in flight
The questions keep spinning, there's no end in sight
I'm waiting for morning to bring back the light