Tekster: The Wombats. Last Night I Dreamt....

I'm a good friend and an excellent lover
I can fool of myself just like no other person can
I'm turning into a twisted man.

I haven't got any time for selfless deeds
What I do for you is indirectly for me
I'm a stubborn boy, there's nothing here that you can break or destroy.

Then as I count sheep in my bed
A train of worry pulls as through my head.

Last night I dreamt I died alone
Through all my talk of self-defeat
A fearful bomb ticks underneath.
Last night I dreamt I died alone
From now I'll curb the cynical speaking
It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me.

Someone once said I don't have any feelings
Well I think that emotions can be misleading
And thinking back,
I might have nailed the coffin shut with that.

As I tend to cry in a room full of laughter
Is the cheese finally sliding off it's cracker?
I don't know I'll just prepare myself to let it go

As I count sheep in my bad
A train of worry pulls as through my head

Last night I dreamt I died alone
Through all my talk of self-defeat
A fearful bomb ticks underneath.
Last night I dreamt I died alone
From now I'll curb the cynical speaking
It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me (3x)

Last night I dreamt I died alone
And apart from when I lost my virginity
I've never been know to frighten easily.

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