Little light shining,
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Little light will guide them to me.
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My face is all lit up,
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My face is all lit up.
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If they find me racing white horses,
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They'll not take me for a buoy.
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Let me be weak,
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Let me sleep
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And dream of sheep.
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"Attention shipping information in sea areas...Bell Rock, Tiree,
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Cromaty, gale east...Malin, Sellafield..."
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"Come here with me now."
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Oh, I'll wake up
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To any sound of engines,
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Ev'ry gull a seeking craft.
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I can't keep my eyes open--
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Wish I had my radio.
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I tune in to some friendly voices
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Talking 'bout stupid things.
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I can't be left to my imagination.
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Let me be weak,
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Let me sleep
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And dream of sheep.
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Ooh, their breath is warm
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And they smell like sleep,
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And they say they take me home.
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Like poppies heavy with seed
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They take me deeper and deeper.
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And Dream Of Sheep
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| Kate Bush |
