Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams
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I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself
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This big old rock
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Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
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And I wonder, and I wonder
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Will I make it through the thunder
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And I pray the Lord, he carries me
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With one set of footprints on the sea
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The sands of my past life
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I wonder
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I sit and soak
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My nerves are shot; my soul's a sponge, the crutch I hold that keeps me up
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I hold my feet up
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As across the tracks I prayed good luck ??
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And I wonder, and I wonder
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Will I make it through the thunder
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And I pray the lord, he carries me
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With one set of footprints on the sea
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And the sands of my past life
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I wonder
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And I wonder
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And I wonder
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You say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel
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Oh, you say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel
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With a sad face the heart grows wiser
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So call me the wise men
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Because my sorrow rises well above as I grow older, my shoulders wither
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And I wonder, and I wonder
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Wonder
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| Nine Days |
