The Rays Lyrics by The Bats
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You're poked, you're lost, you're tired again
It's the cold, it's the frost
I'm lying, my friend
Actually, I'm warm lying in my bed
In the best of form just restin' my head

The rays now will fall onto us all
These forms of life that surround us now
The sweetness the strife the short and the tall
The bitter and the sweet the stuff that makes us tick
Untidy yet neat, I don't wanna seem too slick
You're poked, you're lost, you're tired again   It's the cold, it's the frost   I'm lying, my friend   Actually, I'm warm lying in my bed   In the best of form just restin' my head      The rays now will fall onto us all   These forms of life that surround us now   The sweetness the strife the short and the tall   The bitter and the sweet the stuff that makes us tick   Untidy yet neat, I don't wanna seem too slick