| At times I feel like Otis on that dock on high
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| Dreams fading, time a wasting watching tides roll by
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| And at times I feel like Cooke staying on the run
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| After stirring up some souls trusting change gon' come
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| Then I stop and I think to myself
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| That life ain’t all it seems
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| We’re all caught up, chasing money and things
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| But it ain’t either, probably neither of that happiness brings
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| At any moment in time, our lives could crumble away
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| It’s our loved ones, that we’ll call on
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| On that very day
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| And at times I feel like Jonah being swallowed up whole
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| After running from the moments when I lose control
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| And at times I feel like David herding sheep for days
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| Facing giants in reliance of a thing called grace
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| Then I stop and I think to myself
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| That life ain’t all it seems
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| We’re all caught up, chasing money and things
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| But it ain’t either, probably neither of that happiness brings
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| At any moment in time, our lives could crumble away
|
| It’s our loved ones, that we’ll call on
|
| On that very day
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| We’re all caught up, chasing money and things |
| But it ain’t either, probably neither of that happiness brings
|
| At any moment in time, our lives could crumble away
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| It’s our loved ones, that we’ll call on
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| On that very day |