| All I can hear are the crickets
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| And the whistle from some lonely freight
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| I’ve been working so hard to make everything right
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| But for now it’ll just have to wait
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| Because tonight I’d like you to rock me to sleep
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| I’d like you to sing me a song
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| I’m tired of trying to figure things out
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| And I’m tired of being so strong
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| I’ve never been too good at asking
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| I’m more apt to do it alone
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| And it’s strange how a lot of us think something’s wrong
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| If we can’t do it all on our own
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| Because tonight I’d like you to rock me to sleep
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| I’d like you to sing me a song
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| I’m tired of trying to figure things out
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| And I’m tired of being so strong
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| It’s funny how times when your hurting
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| Make what’s so familiar seem strange
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| And when you need help, it’s hardest to ask
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| And it always takes so long to change
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| Because tonight I’d like you to rock me to sleep
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| I’d like you to sing me a song
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| I’m tired of trying to figure things out
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| And I’m tired of being so strong |