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The Awakening
I wake up in the basement,
I'm so hungry, I'm dry,
I must be here sleepwalking,
Mustn't I?
Getting up from my easy chair
Looking for my wife
Following a trial of crimson
Spots that lead into the night.
Suddenly I realize,
I see it all through real eyes –
These crimson spots
Are dripping from my hand
And oh...it makes me feel like a man
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