| Take my hand and lead me up into the promise land, I will fallow you down
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| No man but trofee pages in the big band stand
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| I make myself a little smaller and I caught you on as a flower
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| On the way I know that you want to be remember
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| I know only spend my all life
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| Does it this mean will be on a Sunday night?
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| All that I like to see is lean behind
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| I’m just happy with a simple life
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| Uh I’m simple and you are complicated
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| And what we need is a life become in trio
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| Uh I’m easy and you are difficult and its beat so hard
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| The thunder life to became a trio
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| I know my dace hide my treasure and the tolery,
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| Social graces and drop again all edition with a rebel stay
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| I don’t wanna spend wrap all life
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| This all will be on a Sunday night
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| Build it all, I can see and leave behind
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| I’m just happy with a simple life
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| Uh I’m simple and you are complicated
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| And what we need is a life become in trio
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| Uh I’m easy and you are difficult and its beat so hard
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| The thunder life to became a trio
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| And when I sleep at night I see us on our porch of olden
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| we run this all night
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| We caught each other like some youngers
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| Uh I’m easy and you are difficult and its beat so hard
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| The thunder life to became a trio
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| Uh I’m simple and you are complicated
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| And what we need is a life become in trio
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| Uh I’m easy and you are difficult and its beat so hard
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| The thunder life to became a trio |