| I watch you sleeping
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| My weary heart rises up on wings
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| I hear your laughter
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| Something deep down inside me sings
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| Way down here in the land of cotton
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| You were born on a rainy day
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| Since then, sweet things long forgotten
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| They just keep flooding back my way
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| Oh child, I cannot tell you how the time just flies
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| But I have had my days of glory under sunny skies
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| These days, your bright dreams are all I want to see
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| Sleep tight, Annabel
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| You can always count on me
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| In this cold world, folks will judge you
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| Though they don’t know you at all
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| And I may not be there to catch you
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| Anytime that you might fall
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| But, you got my hard head
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| And your mother’s grace
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| All the likeness of the loved ones right there in your face
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| And I know in the end you’ll be who you will be
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| So sleep tight, Annabel
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| You can always count on me |