| Oh, it’s amazing, flipping these pages
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| What’s happened through all these years
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| Down in the basement, looking through the ages
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| I can see it so clear
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| Things from this old house
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| Really mean something now
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| Like that poem that I used to hear
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| Hanging 'round everywhere
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| I used to write it off
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| Just a picture on the wall
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| But now that I’ve lived some life
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| Been through some bitter times
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| I can understand
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| That one set of footprints in the sand
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| Oh, those lonely roads that I walked
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| Sleepless nights that I thought
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| I was on my own
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| But those footprints behind me
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| They tell the story
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| You carried me all along
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| Things aren’t what they seem
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| Sometimes there’s more than what we see
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| Like that poem that I used to hear
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| Hanging 'round everywhere
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| I used to write it off
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| Just a picture on the wall
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| But now that I’ve lived some life
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| Been through some bitter times
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| I can understand
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| That one set of footprints in the sand
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| And when I stop to look back
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| I can see Your faithfulness
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| Written in the prints that You leave
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| You are more than here with me
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| Oh, Lord, You carry me
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| You are my strength when I’m weak
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| I see what’s ahead of me
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| When I look back
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| At that poem that I used to hear
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| I saw it everywhere
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| I used to write it off
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| Now it’s hanging on my wall
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| I still have some life to live
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| One thing, I’m sure of it
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| You’ll be with me to the end
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| And I see that one set of Your footprints again
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| You carry me, You carry me
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| So I can rest, I can rest
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| You carry me, You carry me
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| So I can rest, I can rest
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| You carry me, You carry me
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| So I can rest, I can rest
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| You carry me, You carry me
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| So I can rest, I can rest |