| Though I’ve got my number, I am calm here in the storm
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| Cause my hands still are hungry, spirit warm
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| And in view all around me, my friends have gathered near
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| And all I’ve ever needed is right here
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| But if I look too far ahead of me
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| I stumble into tragedy
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| When really it’s not sad you see
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| 'Cause here I am playing my final song
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| Doing what I’ve been doing
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| All along
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| (Verse Two)
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| You can call it courage, or you can call it strong
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| But really it’s just simply carrying on, while amplifying all the good
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| You’ve been engaging in, with only just a few less days
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| To squeeze all of it in
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| But if I look too far ahead of me
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| I stumble into tragedy
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| When really it’s not sad you see
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| 'Cause here I am playing my final song
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| With all of you surrounding me
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| So when I’m free from gravity
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| I will know that I was never wrong
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| In doing what I was doing
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| All along
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| All along
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| All along
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| (Ending)
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| I’m not one to tell people
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| What it is they should do
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| But if you’re asking then I guess
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| There’s one thing I would say to you
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| Do those things you’ve always wanted to |