| Baby don’t be wakeful
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| Let your daddy sleep
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| All the things that scare you
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| Surely, they will keep
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| TV news and back rent blues
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| And all points in between
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| You count your needs on your worry beads
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| And then you start it all again
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| Listen at the window
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| To the locusts in the trees
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| Talking ‘bout the heat, you know
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| Waiting on a breeze
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| Back porch sounds they slow you down
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| To a simple kind of view
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| Front porch speed too much for me
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| Racing everything they do
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| And I can’t make out
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| With all their running ‘round
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| Where are they going to?
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| And would they bother if they knew?
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| That you can’t hold on to a handful of rain
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| And you can’t teach the wind to call your name
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| You can’t make a deal with time
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| And beg it not to change
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| It slips away like a handful of rain
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| Flowers in the kitchen
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| Dream catcher by my bed
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| Can’t you hear the angels
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| That are singing in my head?
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| Weave a prayer around you where
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| You stand in disbelief
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| Music plays with you always
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| And puts wings upon your feet
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| And the brightest road will always go
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| To where you want to be
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| And won’t you come with me?
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| ‘Cause you can’t hold on to a handful of rain
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| And you can’t teach the wind to call your name
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| You can’t make a deal with time
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| And be it not to change
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| It slips away like a handful of rain
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| Weave a prayer around you where
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| You stand in disbelief
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| Music plays with you always
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| And puts wings upon your feet
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| And the brightest road will always go
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| To where you want to be
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| Won’t you come with me?
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| ‘Cause you can’t hold on to a handful of rain
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| And you can’t teach the wind to call your name
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| You can’t make a deal with time
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| And be it not to change
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| It slips away like a handful of rain
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| It slips away like a handful of rain
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| Handful of rain |