| What am I gonna be when I grow up?
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| How am I gonna make my mark in history?
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| And what are they gonna write about me when I’m gone?
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| These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters
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| Well I have no guarantee of my next heartbeat
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| My world’s too big to make a name for myself
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| And what if no one wants to read about me when I’m gone?
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| It seems to me that
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| Right now’s the only moment that matters
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| You know the number of my days
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| So come paint Your pictures on the canvas of my head and
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| Come write Your wisdom on my heart
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| Teach me the power of a moment
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| The power of a moment
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| The power of a moment
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| In Your kingdom where the least is greatest
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| The weak are given strength and fools confound the wise
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| And forever brushed up against a moment’s time
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| leaving impressions and drawing me into what really matters
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| You know the number of my days
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| So come paint Your pictures on the canvas of my head and
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| Come write Your wisdom on my heart
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| Teach me the power of a moment
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| The power of a moment
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| The power of a moment
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| I get so distracted by my bigger schemes
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| Show me the importance of the simple things
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| Like a word, a seed, a thorn, a nail and a cup of cold water
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| You know the number of my days
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| So come paint Your pictures on the canvas of my head and
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| Come write Your wisdom on my heart
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| Teach me the power of a moment
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| The power of a moment
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| The power of a moment |