Original lyrics

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I think I ought to go to bed It's getting dark inside my head I've been working now, all night long, Trying to find that impossible song. I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day. I've got my poet's license So, I'm sending you this poesy; But, don't expect no string quartet, Or anything so cosy, I'm so tired Think I ought to go to bed; I'm so tired I'm losing contact with my head; I'm so tired I've been working now, all night long, Trying to chase that impossible song I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day. I've got my poet's license So, I'm sending you this poesy; But, don't expect no string quartet, Or anything so cosy, I'm so tired Think I ought to go to bed; I'm so tired I'm losing contact with my head; I'm so tired I've been up here all night long, Trying to find that impossible song I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.