| Far into the valley of the Hill of Waiting
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| Sits, stands or lies the reason for us all
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| With the misty morning sunrise
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| And the wind blowing cold
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| The distant far off judgement
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| Is looking at our souls
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| Don’t ask me how it got there
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| He’s in your head and mine
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| He’s with you when you’re lying
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| He’s with you when you’re kind
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| He’s with you when you’re lonely
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| And he isn’t only with you
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| He’s with us too
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| He is time
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| It weren’t my time then to see what you saw
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| It weren’t my time around yet
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| Although I feel I was there all the time
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| You know it weren’t my time around yet
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| It weren’t my time then to fight with my mind
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| To battle with women and singing with the wine
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| I was just living in someone else’s mind
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| It weren’t my time then
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| It weren’t my time then
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| It weren’t my time around
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| Living in a street with no name on my door
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| It weren’t my time around yet
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| To see what it’s like through an inner sight
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| No, it weren’t my time around yet
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| It weren’t my time then to see what is life
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| To smell the sweet air and pray for love’s wealth
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| I was just dreaming of a pocket full of gold
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| It weren’t my time then
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| It weren’t my time then
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| It weren’t my time around
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| When it’s my time I’ll receive it with grace
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| When it’s my time around
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| I’ll look my sadness straight in the face
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| When it’s my time around
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| When it’s my time I’ll remember all my days
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| I’ll think of my friends and them hot summer days
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| But just before I leave, I’ve got something else to say
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| It weren’t my time yet
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| It weren’t my time yet
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| It weren’t my time yet
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| It weren’t my time yet
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| It weren’t my time yet
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| It weren’t my time yet around
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| Ain’t my time around yet |