| I can see it in your eyes
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| I can tell you think that I’m
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| Just some troubled soul who’s lost
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| Out all alone
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| But I know each step I take
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| Brings me closer to the day
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| I’ll be walking on them shining
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| Streets of gold
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| Cause I’m just passing through
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| Wearing worn out gloves and shoes
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| But it matters not just what a man has on
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| This old flesh and blood of mine
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| Is will on borrowed time
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| It’s just a place to hang my hat
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| Til' I go home
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| Mister I don’t know your name
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| But I thank you for your change
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| God bless you son
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| You must have jesus in your life
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| A little help along the way
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| Never hurts too much these days
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| Even though I know in his hand
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| I’ll be all right
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| Cause I’m just passing through
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| Wearing worn out gloves and shoes
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| But it matters not just what a man has on
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| This old flesh and blood of mine
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| Is will on borrowed time
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| It’s just a place to hang my hat
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| Til' I go home
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| It’s just a place to hang my hat
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| Til' I go home |