| When I have a problem
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| I know just what to do
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| I go to bed and dream a while
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| Something will come through
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| The sky is ever darkening
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| My bones begin to shake
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| The streets of town are emptying
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| There’s no one left awake
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| Concern, concern that’s all there is
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| The tambour of the day
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| But when I close my eyes I find
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| There is another way
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| When I have a problem
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| I know just what to do
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| I go to bed and dream a while
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| Something will come through
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| The way to roll is blatant
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| The air to breathe is clear
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| My worry bag is vacant
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| My cookie jar is here
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| My lady has my back she sings
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| That everything’s alright
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| So we lay down and sleep and dream
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| And spoon each other tight
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| When I have a problem
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| I know just what to do
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| I go to bed and dream a while
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| Something will come through
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| The sun is beating harder
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| The drum is playing loud
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| My father won’t take action cause
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| My father he is proud
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| My mother moans and locks herself
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| Into her private room
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| My brothers cry but I won’t buy
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| I’m not bothered by blue
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| When weighted down with wondering
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| The who, the why, the how
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| Dreamland is where it all began
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| And where were heading now
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| When I have a problem
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| I know just what to do
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| I go to bed and dream a while
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| Something will come through
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| I go to bed and dream a while
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| Something will come through |