| I’ve been thinking about the way my life turned out
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| How nothing’s really gone the way I planned
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| How each blind curve
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| Each twist and turn brought me where I am now
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| And looking back I wouldn’t trade them in
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| I had an image of the life in front of me
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| And how I was gonna build it on my own
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| But if I never lost the picture in my mind of who I’d be
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| I’d never get to see who I’d become
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| The world is full of extraordinary things
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| Somehow I never imagined a holiday at sea
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| I’ve been settling for mud pies and microscopic dreams
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| You want more for me
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| There’s a freedom knowing I can’t mess it up
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| And how every choice can somehow can be redeemed
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| So I pray for wisdom knowing with some faith I’ll learn to see
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| There is no path you will not walk with me
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| The world is full of extraordinary things
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| Somehow I never imagined a holiday at sea
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| I’ve been settling for mud pies and microscopic dreams
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| You want more for me
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| What I hope for is far too weak
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| A single note in a symphony
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| I am far too easily pleased
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| You want more for me
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| You want more for me
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| You want more…
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| Oh, the world is full of extraordinary things
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| Somehow I never imagined a holiday at sea
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| I’ve been settling for mud pies and microscopic dreams
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| You want more for me
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| You want more for me
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| You want more for me |