| I’ve got your dreams completely
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| I’ve got them locked away
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| That doesn’t mean I own you
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| Or control a hair of your sweet head
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| I won’t leave you to suffer
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| I won’t let them prevail
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| I know a trap door, short cut
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| Gate into the wilds of the free air
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| Lying here in the sweet sahara
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| Thousand miles to the nearest problem
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| I see you sleep, it’s amazingly sweet
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| I will keep you safe
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| I’ll be your pilot
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| It’s tough to become a grown up
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| Put it off while you can
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| I tell you that when
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| You land in the real world
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| It’s like quick sand
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| Grabbing for what is owed you
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| Crying for what is gone
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| Playing the game to
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| Look and feel and think
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| The same as the next child
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| Lying here in the sweet sahara
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| Thousand miles to the nearest problem
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| I see you sleep, it’s amazingly sweet
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| I will keep you safe
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| I’ll be your pilot
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| Lying here with a busted engine
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| Sun and sky and the sound of silence
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| I feel your presence
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| No, it doesn’t make sense
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| You can sign me up
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| I’ll be your pilot |