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An Ode To The Nocturnal Muse
Of Montreal

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I love to sleep I love my bed cause it brings strange dreams to me and life's much better when I’m asleep I can see anything don’t have to worry about anything I know you love to sleep you love your pillows cause they bring sweet dreams to you and life's much better when you’re asleep you can do anything don’t have to fuss over anything I can’t wait to be old growing senile together holding hands and both completely out of our heads We won’t notice when we’re dead we’ll be too busy dreaming too busy dreaming We’ll be too busy dreaming Life's much better when you’re asleep you can do anything don’t have to fuss over anything Well there’s nothing quite as great it’s my favorite mental state Lyricssubconscious stream of thought creates avant garde films in my mind and watching them is how I like to spend my time I love to sleep I love my bed cause it brings strange dreams to me and life's much better when I’m asleep I can do anything don’t have to care about anything I can’t wait to be old growing senile together holding hands and both completely out of our heads We won’t notice when we’re dead we’ll be too busy dreaming too busy dreaming We’ll be too busy dreaming From Lyrics Mania