The dream police they are coming to arrest me, oh no. I don’t want to surrender so I am going back to sleep. But first I need to make a plea. (or take a plea?)
Surrender.
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet readers like you.
Lisleman is all right, clown is all right, the blog just seems a little weird. (I don’t want to surrender.)
Surrender, surrender, but don’t give yourself away.
I want you to want me.
I want you to read me.
I need you to follow me.
I’m beggin’ you to blog me.
Oh didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you clickin’?
Surrender.
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet readers like you.
Lisleman is all right, clown is all right, the blog just seems a little weird. (I don’t want to surrender.)
Surrender, surrender, but don’t give yourself away.
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I want you to want me.
I want you to read me.
I need you to follow me.
I’m beggin’ you to blog me.
Oh didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you clickin’?
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The dream posts, they live inside of my head.
The dream posts, they come to me in my bed.
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