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Текст песни Sleeping In My Favourite Shirt

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I can't remember the last time the drapes were pulled
Open to reveal the outside world
And let the sun warm these shattered nerves.

No, I can't remember the last time the sheets were washed
I can't remember the last time the teeth were flossed
I can't forget when and what I lost.

Now I'm sleeping in my favourite shirt
I keep having dreams where I don't hurt
Sleeping in the bed I made
And I'll be sleeping for a thousand days
Sleeping for a thousand days in my favourite shirt.

It's been a long time since my face last showed up
Reflected in your best plates and cups
These days they're down in the sink with my luck.

Because I'm sleeping and nothing is better
When I'm sleeping there's no better place
If I'm slumbering the reasons are out numbering the creases on my face.

La la la la ...
Lullabies and good riddance.

'Cause I'm sleeping in my favourite shirt
I keep having dreams where I don't hurt
Sleeping in a bed I made
And I'll be sleeping for a thousand days
Sleeping for a thousand days in my favourite shirt.

The neighbour's dog howls outside my window
Amongst the grass that remains unmowed
And I'm oblivious to the world I used to know.

'Cause I'm sleeping in my favourite shirt
I keep having dreams where I don't hurt
Sleeping in a bed I made
And I'll be sleeping for a thousand days, sleeping for a thousand days
Sleeping for a million days, sleeping for a billion days
Sleeping for a zillion days
Sleeping in my favourite shirt.