| The road I walk
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| Has no return
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| It’s tasked to teach, it’s my room to learn
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| With no concern of where I’ve been
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| Just can I play, and will I win?
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| The road I walk
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| Has been walked before
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| It’s made some rich
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| And it’s made some poor
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| I’m never sure of where life went
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| Or who they were, or what it meant
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| And what price must we pay for love?
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| And what price must we pay for glory?
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| And tell me God, if there’s a one above
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| And must I live the same sad story?
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| The road I walk is paved with stone
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| It’s cold and curved
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| To walk alone
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| In search unknown for peace of mind
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| Which often takes a life to find
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| The road I walk has eyes and ears
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| It sees the lies, and it hears the fears
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| Untouched by years of wandering souls
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| Too young to know they’re growing old
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| And what price must we pay for love?
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| And what price must we pay for glory?
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| Tell me God, if there’s a one above
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| And must I live the same sad story?
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| And what price must we pay for love?
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| And what price must we pay for glory?
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| And tell me God, if there’s a one above
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| And must I live the same sad story?
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| And what price must we pay for love?
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| And what price must we pay for glory?
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| Tell me God, if there’s a one above
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| And must I live the same sad story? |