When your mind goes
You sit there at half past four
The television is in black and white
you
want to leave
yet seem to be glued to the chair
And when it's not the chair its the crippling bed
The pillow speaks to you
Says
Not today, tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes along
its
the same song
Not today tomorrow
Dreadful bed
And its mischievous friend
Pillow
Not today tomorrow
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