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I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour,
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day,
Swing from high to the
Extremes of sweet and sour,
Hope that God exists,
I hope, I pray

Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control,
I believe this wave will
Bear my weight so let it flow

Oh sit down
(sit down)
Oh sit down
(sit down)
Oh sit down
(sit down)
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
(Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down)
In sympathy

Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places,
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone,
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before,
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor


Oh sit down
(sit down)
Oh sit down
(sit down)
Oh sit down
(sit down)
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
(Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down)
In sympathy

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me,
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me,
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me

In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate

Dow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-n
Dow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-n

Oh sit down
(sit down)
Oh sit down
(sit down)
Oh sit down
(sit down)
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
(Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down)
In sympathy

"Love is a tale, told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
~ W. S. ~