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Last Night Sleep

Dreams seen by a man-made machine

How does it seem, how does it seem

That we can see each others dreams

Last night sleep, only to the beat

She hold green onions in her hand

She listens to the sound of the band

A bed of green spam grows in her head

Talking to the rising sun, yes, she's talking to the rising sun

Oh papa-papa there, oh papa-papa there

Oh papa-papa there, yeah yeah, papa-papa cares

Oh moma-moma there, oh moma-moma there

Oh moma-moma there, yeah yeah, moma-moma cares

Yes, yes, yes, moma-moma there, oh yes, moma-moma cares

Yes, yes, moma-moma there, yeah yeah, moma-moma cares

Yeah yeah, papa-papa there, yeah yeah, papa-papa cares

Last night sleep, only to the beat

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