| Everybody wants to know
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| What it’s like to be in this place
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| Well, I don’t know, I’ve been wondering myself
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| Everytime I go, everytime I go, everytime I go
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| I wanna tell you about everything I’ve seen
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| I wanna tell you about every place I’ve been
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| I haven’t even known what it means to
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| Walk in these shoes of mine
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| Standing on the corner
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| Watching as the world goes by
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| Sometimes I connect and
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| Sometimes I reflect and cry
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| I see myself in a wounded heart
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| All by myself in a crowded bar
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| To find a flicker in this fallen dark world of mine
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| For a moment you seem like strangers
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| Exchange a few words
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| Then suddenly you share the same heartbeat
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| They look deep into your eyes, they ask
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| Does God hear me anymore
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| Why have I been denied?
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| You wanna tell me about
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| Every broken dream
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| You wanna tell me about
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| All the pain you’ve seen
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| You say, you haven’t even known
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| What it means to walk in these shoes of mine
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| But I’m trying
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| Standing on the corner
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| Watching as the world goes by
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| Sometimes I connect and
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| Sometimes I reflect and cry
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| I see myself in a wounded heart
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| To be of help if I can do my part
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| To find a flicker in this fallen dark world of mine |