| I woke up this morning
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| The world was just turning
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| And my mind was walking around
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| And you are out there on the road
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| And I carry such a heavy load
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| Everything’s changing then rearranging
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| And I’m looking for a peaceful mind
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| I write a letter with black ink
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| But it’s not too late
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| To change my point of view
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| But it hurts sometimes
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| To face the truth
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| But it’s not too late
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| To change my point of view
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| But it hurts sometimes
|
| To face the truth
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| I woke up this morning
|
| The world was just turning
|
| And my mind was walking around
|
| And you are out there on the road
|
| And I carry such a heavy load
|
| Everything’s changing then rearranging
|
| And I’m looking for a peaceful mind
|
| I write a letter with black ink
|
| But it’s not too late
|
| To change my point of view
|
| But it hurts sometimes
|
| To face the truth
|
| But it’s not too late
|
| To change my point of view
|
| But it hurts sometimes
|
| To face the truth
|
| But it’s not too late
|
| To change my point of view
|
| But it hurts sometimes
|
| To face the truth |