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(Don Henley/John Corey) |
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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, |
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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 |
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I want to see |
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Sleep tight, |
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Annabel 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, |
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Annabel You can always count on me |
