| My coffee is cold and yesterday is stuck with me
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| And I can’t wake up from my sleep
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| I feel like a grain of salt in the shaker
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| But the day that I meet my maker
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| Or the day that I see my undertaker you see
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| All I have is too many questions
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| Is there something someone forgot to mention to me?
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| But I walk on without hesitation to my unknown own destination
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| With the music like syncopation and explore my own imagination
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| How do I know if I am right and why I feel like I do?
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| Separate the truth from the lies
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| Why do we only take any action when it comes to our satisfaction
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| When we only need just a fraction of what we need?
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| All I have is too many questions
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| Is there something someone forgot to mention to me, yeah?
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| But I walk on without hesitation to my unknown own destination
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| With the music like syncopation and explore my own imagination
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| How do I climb up on out of this funk I’m in?
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| And how do I cling to frame of divine timing?
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| Why do I doubt sometimes that of which I know for sure?
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| And why when I’ve had enough do I seem to ask for more?
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| How do I climb up on out of this funk I’m in?
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| How do I cling to frame of divine timing?
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| Why do old habits die so hard, God knows I try and try?
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| And why ask why?
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| All I have is too many questions
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| Is there something someone forgot to mention to me?
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| I walk on without hesitation to my unknown own destination
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| With the music like syncopation and explore my own imag'
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| All I have is too many questions
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| Is there something someone forgot to mention to me?
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| I walk on without hesitation to my unknown own destination
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| With the music like syncopation and explore my own imagination
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| I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on
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| I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on
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| I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on
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| I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on |