I talk in my sleep
When the night is listening,
And you are dreaming dreams
That have nothing to do with me.
I, I
I talk in my sleep
When my demons won't let me be.
They twist the things I say
When you are far away.
I, I won't say, I
I talk in my sleep
In a language you don't speak.
The room, it echoes clear
With words we choose not to hear.
I, I, I will finally say
That I am not okay
That I am not okay
Artist: Jean Wyclef
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