| Don’t let them make you think
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| Let them make you think your doubt is disbelief
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| It’s time you finally listen to the things I have to say
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| I’ve been talking with no response
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| It’s time for your attention
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| Are you ready to listen?
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| Now listen for what you’ve missed every time before
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| In this conversation with the known unknown
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| Mouth shut, eyes wide, ready and willing
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| I’ve let open the skies this very night
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| I’ll sit and wait while the stars they take their time
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| Because I’m starved with empty hands
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| And I’ve been, I’ve been a broken man, I’ve been a broken man
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| Oh, pilot of pilots, come fly me home
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| I’m coming, coming to say goodnight, I’m coming to say
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| If I have one more day to live then I have one more day to fight
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| If I have one more day then that’s one more day to fight
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| Then that’s one more day to fight
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| Sometimes it’s just too hard to make myself believe
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| To make myself believe that you’ll catch me when I fall
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| That you’ll catch me when I fall
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| Don’t let them make you think
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| Let them make you think your doubt is disbelief
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| Don’t let them make you think your doubt is disbelief
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| Don’t let them make you think your doubt is disbelief
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| I’m not about to pretend to be something that I’m not
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| I’m not about to pretend to be something that I’m not
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| Because I’m starved with empty hands
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| And I’ve been, I’ve been a broken man, I’ve been a broken man
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| Oh, pilot of pilots, come fly me home
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| I’m coming, coming to say goodnight, I’m coming to say
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| Oh, pilot of pilots, come fly me home
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| I’m coming, coming to say goodnight, I’m coming to say
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| If I have one more day to live, one more day |