Watering Hole

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Watering hole in my head

Watering hole in my head

Watering hole, the hole in my head

I stretched and I scratched

and I pulled at that hole

That watering hole in my head

In my head

In my head

But every night one by one

All of the beasts I once ran from

Crawl out of the darkness and into my bed

These vultures of light they must be fed

In my head

In my head

In my head

In my head

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Watering hole in my head

All that I pray is one night's rest

But those creatures arrive with a thirst

they want quenched

And as hard as I fight

They still get in

To my head

To that watering hole

In my head…

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