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I started to feel while |
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I was walking down the street |
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Yes I did, and |
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I started thinking about my destiny |
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And how maybe, maybe just someday |
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I could repay |
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All the times you sang |
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All of your warm colors have painted all my days |
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And all of the tragic tears you took off of my face ' |
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Cause I've fallen off of these train tracks |
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And nearly seen my death |
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And I stand here with a song that's left |
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This will be my destiny |
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You will be my song, and |
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I will sing |
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So don't cover up your ears at me |
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And what I have to tell |
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I hope that these words, they find you well |
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I know, I know |
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When I see it |
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I will know |
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It's home that |
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I'll go, When it's my turn to clock out |
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It's almost like dreaming, |
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But so real |
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I can't explain |
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That it's almost hard to think or say |
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To try to be a different way |
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This will be my destiny |
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You will be my song and |
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I will sing |
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So don't cover up your ears at me |
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And what I have to tell |
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So you, do you know what it is you do? |
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I assume that you're thinking, "Why, yes, I do." |
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Well I just hope, and pray that you change that soon, |
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And I would hope and pray if |
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I were you. |
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If I were you, |
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If I were you |
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If I were you, |
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If I were you |
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I'd be asking every single person |
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I knew To just please say a prayer for me ' |
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Cause I will most assuredly die this century |
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And in this opportune-filled life that |
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I will leave |
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I hope to |
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God that I lived for you and not for me |
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Can you hear me? |
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Can you hear me now? |
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Is this thing on? |
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Can you hear me? ' |
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Cause I am speaking loud and clear! |
