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Along the avenue of hope |
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The footsteps falter, the fingers grope |
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and the days, stretch out, beneath the sun |
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No one's born, and no one dies, no one laughs, so no one cries |
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and we wait to see just what we will become |
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Don't let me falter, don't let me ride |
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Don't let the earth in me subside |
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Let me see just who I will become |
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You're like the clouds in my home town |
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You just grow fat and hang around |
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and your days stretch out beneath the sun |
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No one's born, and no one dies, no one laughs, so no one cries |
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and we wait to see just what we will become |
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Don't let me borrow, don't let me bring |
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Don't let me wallow, don't make me sing |
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Let me see just who I will become |
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Don't let me falter, don't let me hide |
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Don't let someone else decide |
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Just who or what I will become |
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Don't make them borrow, don't make them bring |
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Don't let them wallow, don't let them sing |
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Let them stretch out, beneath the sun |
