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Sleeps All Day by Benjamin B Pratt

Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about birds. Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about moths.

Crinkle crinkle awake my dream into another lasagna scene, turn the corner look up and cry. This source of slumber will never die.

Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about birds. Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about moths.

Turning twisting on your lap would you be still its time to nap. Here I’m on the brink again, one more stretch and I’ll be in.

Sleeps all day. Dreams of food that runs. Lies in the sun, kitty fun.

In the morning, they pack, I ignore them without a word. I can’t believe you're leaving, just wait till that good bye word. From the depths of my soul, creation and control, I’ll create a mark, make them wish I barked, afterwards...

Sleeps all day. Dreams of birds and play. Turn more than twice. See if you're nice. Sleep all day. Dream my life away. Lie in the sun, tonight I’ll run.

I’ve been thrown, off the bed a thousand times. They go to sleep, when it’s time to rise. I try to show them, but I’m so far below them, at night you run, because there is no sun. In the morning, you creep, till they awake from…

Sleep all day. Dream my life away. Lie in the sun. Kitty fun. Sleeps all day. Dream of birds and play. Turn more than twice. See if you're nice.

Only A Visitor by Benjamin B Pratt

A broken piece of glass skips through the air. Not so faint odor of beer everywhere. The glass spins for a while before coming to a stop. Swept into the dustpan to make way for the mop.

A beautiful morning, the sunbeams blaze through. Look out the window shoes stick to the floor like glue. The morning whispers on, to those who can listen. The spills, on the floor, from last night, still glisten.

A morning of music heard only by me.

many new projects, in their infancy.

I could show you what your seeking first let me tend to these stains, in the floor.

all of this, means nothing you’re only a visitor.

all of this, means nothing you’re the editor.

A lonely name and number swept into the pan. Fish out of the toilet, an empty PBR can. Ashes and ashes swirl stories of the night. People showing up, dressed up, so tight. I know you’ll say yes, and come home with me but first, lets drink the sea.

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	lyrics Sleeps All Day by Benjamin B Pratt Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about birds. Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about moths. Crinkle crinkle awake my dream into another lasagna scene, turn the corner look up and cry. This source of slumber will never die. Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about birds. Sleeps all day dreams his life away. Dreams about mices, dreams about moths. Turning twisting on your lap would you be still its time to nap. Here I’m on the brink again, one more stretch and I’ll be in. Sleeps all day. Dreams of food that runs. Lies in the sun, kitty fun. In the morning, they pack, I ignore them without a word. I can’t believe you're leaving, just wait till that good bye word. From the depths of my soul, creation and control, I’ll create a mark, make them wish I barked, afterwards... Sleeps all day. Dreams of birds and play. Turn more than twice. See if you're nice. Sleep all day. Dream my life away. Lie in the sun, tonight I’ll run. I’ve been thrown, off the bed a thousand times. They go to sleep, when it’s time to rise. I try to show them, but I’m so far below them, at night you run, because there is no sun. In the morning, you creep, till they awake from… Sleep all day. Dream my life away. Lie in the sun. Kitty fun. Sleeps all day. Dream of birds and play. Turn more than twice. See if you're nice.
	Only A Visitor by Benjamin B Pratt A broken piece of glass skips through the air. Not so faint odor of beer everywhere. The glass spins for a while before coming to a stop. Swept into the dustpan to make way for the mop. A beautiful morning, the sunbeams blaze through. Look out the window shoes stick to the floor like glue. The morning whispers on, to those who can listen. The spills, on the floor, from last night, still glisten. A morning of music heard only by me. many new projects, in their infancy. I could show you what your seeking first let me tend to these stains, in the floor. all of this, means nothing you’re only a visitor. all of this, means nothing you’re the editor. A lonely name and number swept into the pan. Fish out of the toilet, an empty PBR can. Ashes and ashes swirl stories of the night. People showing up, dressed up, so tight. I know you’ll say yes, and come home with me but first, lets drink the sea.

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