| Twenty-five years of
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| my life and still.
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| I’m trying to get up that
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| great big hill of hope, for
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| a destination.
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| I realized quickly when I knew
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| I should, that the world was made
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| up of this brotherhood of man
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| for whatever that means.
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| And so I cry sometimes when I’mlying in my bed just to get it
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| all out what’s in my head andI am feeling a little peculiar.
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| And so I scream from the top ofmy lungs what’s going on?
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| And I say: Hey — ey — ey- e-ey.
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| Hey — ey — ey. |
| I say: Hey, what’s
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| going on?
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| And I try, oh, my God, do I try, I try all the time in thisinstitution,
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| and I pray, oh, my
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| God, do I pray, I pry ev’ry single
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| day, for a restitution.
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| And so I wake in the morning when I
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| step outside and I take a deepbreath and I get real high the I
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| am feeling a little peculiar.
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| And so from the top of my lungswhat’s going on?
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| And I say: Hey — ey … |