| On a Sunday evening I’m
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| Looking back over all the years
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| And where I’ve been
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| Looking at old photographs
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| I’m remembering
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| You were right there
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| And you have been ever since
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| With every page that turns
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| I see your faithfulness
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| Oh the mountain where I climbed
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| The valley where I fell
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| You were there all along
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| That’s the story I’ll tell
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| You brought the pieces together
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| Made me this storyteller
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| Now I know it is well, it is well
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| That’s the story I’ll tell
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| There were some nights that felt like
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| They would last forever
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| But you kept me breathing
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| You were with me right then
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| And all that you have done for me
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| I could never hold it in
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| So here’s to me telling this story
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| Over and over again
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| Oh the mountain where I climbed
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| The valley where I fell
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| You were there all along
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| That’s the story I’ll tell
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| You brought the pieces together
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| Made me this storyteller
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| Now I know it is well, it is well
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| That’s the story I’ll tell
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| You hold the broken
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| You hear my every cry, every cry
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| My eyes are open
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| I know that it is well, it is well
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| Oh
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| You hold the broken
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| You hear my every cry, every cry (You hear my, you hear my)
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| My eyes are open
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| I know that it is well, it is well
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| Ooh the mountain where I climbed
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| The valley where I fell
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| You were there all along
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| That’s the story I’ll tell (That's the story)
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| You brought the pieces together
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| Made me this storyteller
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| Now I know it is well, it is well
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| That’s the story I’ll tell
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| That’s the story I’ll tell
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| For years and years and years
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| I’ll tell
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| That’s the story I’ll tell |