LYRIC FOR SALE

By De Monclair

I want to tell you about the sandyman
waht he does and waht he can

I`ts evening and the night comes soon
look up the sky and see the moon
there is no one left in the street
you feel tired and want to sleep

Hear the rustling of the leaves in the tree
ther is no one else you are on your own
look around there is nothing left to see
your yelids become heavyand want to go down

But watch out,the sandyman is coming soon
he comes with the rising moon

Chorus

He comes,he comes,here he comes
here comes the sandyman
the sandyman is coming soon
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and when the moon is high
he trows sand in your eyes
and in the middle of the night,
he will turn off the light

Chorus

He comes,he comes,here he comes
here comes the sandyman
the sandyman is coming soon
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Your eyes will close and you will start to dream
i`ts not all as it seem
he might to take you on tour
he will bring you back thaht`s for sure

End Chorus

He comes, he comes,here he comes
here comes the sandyman
the sandyman was here
yes he was here