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(McNabb) When day is done, wind in my sails, |
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With confidence, how could we fail, |
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Fingers can pass through fire, |
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And somehow not get burned, |
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Hang your hopes upon, all you've learned, |
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Chorus: Only when |
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I find you, |
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Will I use your lines for guidance, |
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Will I subsequently fumble, |
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Through the reasons to be gained, |
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Bind me up with promises, lend me to the wisdom of your ways, |
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Will you find it in yourself, |
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To reap the richest harvest then... |
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Those aisles are long, |
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With wisdom worn, |
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And it was here, |
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Our love was born... |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Reap the richest harvest once again |
