Can I be your conscience?
Your little voice to steer you right
lead you away from a fight
and tuck you in at night
To me it would be very clear
The need to steer your directions
Direct and control your reactions
Provide a shoulder for your emotions
Can I pluck at your thoughts
like they were feathers
and to any storm weather
I would help you decide right from wrong
You I will keep you strong
heal you when you are torn
between excitement and the norm
Steer you like a ship over troubled waters
An airplane over turbulence
A car with a flat tyre
I will be your conscience, your pilot, your captain, your driver
Let me be your conscience
You will be my guilty pleasure
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