| Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
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| And I, I can’t help but ask myself
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| How much I let the fear take the wheel and steer
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| It’s driven me before
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| And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
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| But lately I’m
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| Beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel
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| Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there
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| With open arms and open eyes, yeah
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| Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there
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| I’ll be there
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| So if I decide to waiver my chance
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| To be one of the hive
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| Will I choose water over wine
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| And hold my own and drive?
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| Oh
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| It’s driven me before
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| And it seems to be the way, that everyone else gets around
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| But lately I’m
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| Beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found
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| Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there
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| With open arms and open eyes, yeah
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| Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there
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| I’ll be there
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| Would you choose water over wine?
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| Hold the wheel and drive
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| Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there
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| With open arms and open eyes, yeah
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| Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there
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| I’ll be there |