| I’ve got a roof over my head
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| I’ve got a warm place to sleep
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| Some nights I lie awake counting gifts
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| Instead of counting sheep
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| I’ve got a heart that can hold love
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| I’ve got a mind that can think
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| There may be times when I lose the light
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| And let my spirits sink
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| But I can’t stay depressed
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| When I remeber how I’m blessed
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| Grateful, grateful
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| Truly grateful I am
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| Grateful, grateful
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| Truly blessed
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| And duly grateful
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| In a city of strangers
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| I’ve got a family of friends
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| No matter what rocks and brambles fill the way
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| I know that they will stay in the end
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| I feel a hand holding my hand
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| It’s not a hand you can see
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| But on the road to the promised land
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| This hand will shepherd me
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| Through delight and despair
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| Holding tight and always there
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| Grateful, grateful
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| Truly grateful I am
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| Grateful, grateful
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| Truly blessed
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| And duly grateful
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| It’s not that I don’t want a lot
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| Or hope for more, or dream of more
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| But giving thanks for what I’ve got
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| Makes me so much happier than keeping score
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| In a world that can bring pain
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| I will still take each chance
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| For I believe that whatever the terrain
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| Our feet can learn to dance
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| Whatever stone life may sling
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| We can moan or we can sing
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| Grateful, grateful
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| Truly grateful I am
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| Grateful, grateful
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| Truly blessed
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| And duly grateful |