| Norman, take the wheel
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| I’m feeling none too well
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| A light has filled my face
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| But I can’t feel my hands;
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| Take my jacket and cover me
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| And keep the birds off of my shoes
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| And take me back to your house
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| And turn on the light
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| Everyone must pass this way
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| Must pass this way tonight
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| The chest-of-drawers is leaning
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| Sinking with the floor
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| And the swaying door
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| Is like a failing ship;
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| But when was the last time
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| My heart was this full
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| Or that you held me close as this?
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| And take me back to your house
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| And turn on the light
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| Everyone must pass this way
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| Must pass this way tonight
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| I was just thinking
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| About old Lost John
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| How those who dream aloud
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| So often disappear;
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| And I wonder
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| If he still walks around
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| Is that his voice that now I hear? |
| Saying…
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| And take me back to your house
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| And turn on the light
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| Everyone must pass this way
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| Must pass this way tonight |