| Along the avenue of hope
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| The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
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| And the days stretch out beneath the sun
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| No one’s born, and no one dies
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| No one loves so no one cries
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| And we wait to see just what we will become
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| Don’t let me falter, don’t let me ride
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| Don’t let the earth in me subside
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| Let me see just who I will become
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| You’re like the clouds in my home town
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| You just grow fat and hang around
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| And your days stretch out beneath the sun
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| And no one’s born, and no one dies
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| No one loves so no one cries
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| And we wait to see just what we will become
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| Don’t let me borrow, don’t let me bring
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| Don’t let me wallow, don’t make me sing
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| Let me see just who I will become
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| Don’t let me falter, don’t let me hide
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| Don’t let someone else decide
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| Just who or what I will become
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| Don’t make them borrow, don’t make them bring
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| Don’t let them wallow, don’t let them sing
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| Let them stretch out beneath the sun |