| While the people sleep
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| I lie awake
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| Encased in dreams
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| That carry me To a distant sound
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| To undertake
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| I feel its way
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| Even though I Am helpless of The force above
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| Even though I Can’t see far
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| I hold on tighter and draw the stars
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| While the birds fly
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| I sink below
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| Into the cloth and weeping willows
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| Binding me to the wood
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| A shelter from a world of good
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| Even though I Am helpless of The force above
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| Even though I Can’t see far
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| I hold on tighter and draw the stars
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| Upon my page
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| And while the wind blows
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| I open my arms
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| And just let them go…
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| Even though I Am helpless of The force above
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| Even though I Can’t see far
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| I hold on tighter and draw the stars |