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I want to know, |
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If I walk down a certain road, |
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It was my choice. |
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I want to know, |
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If I had something to say, |
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I raised my voice. |
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I don't want to wake up a little too late, |
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Say I could've done this, |
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I should've done that. |
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When I close my eyes at night, |
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I want to know I'm doing the best that I can. |
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When I'm sitting there in my rocking chair, |
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Looking at my life. |
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I hope to god I would've done something good, |
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With my life. |
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At the end of the day, |
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I can only pray that I can look back and say, |
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I lived my life. |
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I lived my life. |
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Don't want to take my father's, father's path, |
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I gotta make my own. |
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Don't want my epitaph to read, |
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Wish they could've know me. |
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I don't want that carved in stone. |
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I want to leave this place, |
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With a smile on my face. |
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Knowing once in my heart, |
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Didn't just stay in my heart. |
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Whatever heaven gave me, |
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I want to know that I gave it all back. |
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When I'm sitting there in my rocking chair, |
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Looking at my life. |
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I hope to god I would've done something good, |
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With my life. |
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At the end of the day, |
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I can only pray that I can look back and say, |
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I lived my life. |
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I lived my life. |
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When I'm sitting there in my rocking chair, |
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Looking at my life. |
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I hope to god I would've done something good, |
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With my life. |
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I want to be an open book, |
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Say I gave my than I took. |
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I want to leave this place with, |
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A smile on my face, |
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Cause I lived my life. |
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I lived my life. |
