| I want to know
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| If I walk down a certain road, it was my choice
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| And I want to know
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| If I had something to say, I raised my voice
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| I don’t wanna wake up a little too late
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| And say I could’ve done this or I should’ve done that
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| When I close my eyes at night
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| I wanna know I’m doing the best I can
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| When I’m sittin' there
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| In my rocking chair, looking at my life
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| I hope to God I would’ve done
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| Something good with my life
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| At the end of the day, I can only pray
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| That I can look back and say
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| I lived my life, oh, I lived my life
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| Don’t want to take my father’s father’s path
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| I gotta make my own
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| Don’t want my epitaph to read
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| «Wish they could’ve known me»
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| I don’t want that carved in stone
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| I want to leave this place
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| With a smile on my face
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| Knowing what’s in my heart
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| Didn’t just stay in my heart
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| And whatever heaven gave me
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| I want to know I gave it all back
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| When I’m sittin' there
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| In my rocking chair, looking at my life
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| I hope to God I would’ve done
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| Something good with my life
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| At the end of the day, I can only pray
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| That I can look back and say
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| I lived my life, oh, I lived my life
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| When I’m sittin' there
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| In my rocking chair, looking at my life
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| I hope to God I would’ve done
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| Something good with my life
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| At the end of the day, I can only pray
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| That I can look back and say
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| I lived my life, oh, I lived my life
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| Well, I want to be an open book
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| Say I gave more than I took
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| My life, I lived my life, I lived my life |