| Blue skies in the morning
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| Stars, they fill the night
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| Fall wind russling through the trees
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| Sings a song of great delight
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| On such a day you think you’d say
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| Exactly what you mean
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| But in God’s perfection
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| Things ain’t always just the way they seem
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| When the best you have to offer
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| Falls short of the market
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| Self-inflicted holes are piercing
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| Deep within your heart
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| Blue skies in the afternoon
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| Breeze, it starts to still
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| Two dogs sleeping in the sunday
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| Lie upon that grassy hill
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| At such a time you think you’d find
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| A way to show your heart
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| And though you’re reaching for her hand
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| Still you walk upon
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| When the best you have to offer
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| Falls short of the market
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| Self-inflicted holes are piercing
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| Deep within your heart
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| Son upon that old barn roof
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| Celebrates the day
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| I hold this moment in my hand
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| Follow it along my way
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| The future flows, this feeling grows
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| Aside my window sill
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| By letting go I might escape
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| There’s enough my will
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| When the best you have to offer
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| Falls short of the market
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| Self-inflicted holes are piercing
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| Deep within your heart
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| When the best you have to offer
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| Is all you have to give
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| Enjoy the moment God has granted
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| One more day to live
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| Blue skies out my window
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| Said goodbye to early morning rain |