| They say the best place to start
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| Is with what you have
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| And give that all you can
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| But, though I’m yet to walk on my promised land
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| I can see it in Your open hand
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| 'Cause time’s got so expensive nowadays
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| Sometimes I can’t tell the give from the take
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| But we march straight on as we eagerly wait
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| 'Cause I know
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| You can’t keep
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| Your eyes away
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| When I don’t have a lot
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| Except this heart that sings these tunes
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| Oh, but they’re the best thing
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| You know they’re all that I’ve got
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| So I’ll, I’ll sing my song for You
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| They say talk is cheap
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| It looks to me like life is cheaper
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| And the courage it takes to resist the mundane makes it harder to breathe down
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| here
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| But we hold on to the promises as the times get weirder and weirder
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| And I tighten my grip on the
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| One who makes it easier
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| When I don’t have a lot
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| Except this ordinary day
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| Hey, hey
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| Oh, but it’s the best thing
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| You know it’s all that I’ve got
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| So I’ll, I’ll live it Your way
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| No, I don’t have a lot
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| Except this heart that sings these tunes
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| Oh, but they’re the best thing
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| You know they’re all that I got
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| So I’ll, I’ll sing my song for You |