Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll make it out of here,
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but the wind blows round my heels, so I stay
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I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else
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trying to find somehow to get away.
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If I asked him nicely d'you think he's show me how to fly,
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'cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and I'm too tired to try.
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Sometimes I sit here hearing voices in my head
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I try to understand, to make some sense.
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I wonder if I had to, would I lie to save myself?
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A plea of guilty, but self defence.
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If I asked him nicely d'you think he'd show me how?
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I'm sure he's out there listening, but he's too tied up right now to try
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Try, all of my sins
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'cos I can't stop now,
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just don't leave me behind.
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Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll get out of here,
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but the words stick in my throat and I stay.
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I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else,
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trying to find somehow to get away
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If I asked him nicely d'you think he's show me how to fly,
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'cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and I'm too tired to try.
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Love Police
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Phil Collins |