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UP THE WOODEN HILLS TO BEDFORDSHIRE (Ian MacLagan) The Small Faces When you're slipping into sleep, That's the time to unwind. Sinking down into the deep , That's the time of no time. When you're slipping into sleep. All the sounds around you, Seem to have a new meaning, Leave your body behind, With a different feeling, When you're slipping into sleep. The day is night, The night is day, So squeeze out the light as I slip away, Up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire, Up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire When you're slipping into sleep, There's a world you will find, That's all yours and you can keep, That's the only thing to keep, When you're slipping into sleep. All the sounds around you, Seem to have a new meaning, Leave your body behind, With a different feeling, When you're slipping into sleep. (Contributed by boB Cartlidge - December 2004)

    


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