| I started to feel while I was Walking down the street
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| Yes I did, and I started thinking about my destiny
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| And how maybe, maybe just someday I could repay
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| All the times you sang
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| All of your warm colors have painted all my days
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| And all of the tragic tears you took off of my face
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| 'Cause I’ve fallen off of these train tracks
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| And nearly seen my death
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| And I stand here with a song about to live
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| This will be my destiny
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| You will be my song, and I will sing
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| So don’t cover up your ears at me And what I have to tell
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| I will bet these words, they find you well
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| I know, I know
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| When I see it I will know
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| It’s home that I’ll go,
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| When it’s my turn to clock out
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| It’s almost like dreaming,
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| It’s something I can’t explain
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| That it’s almost hard to think the same
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| To try to be a different way
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| This will be my destiny
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| You will be my song and I will sing
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| So don’t cover up your ears at me And what I have to tell
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| So you, do you know what it is you do?
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| I assume that you’re thinking, «Why yes, I do.»
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| Oh I just hope, and pray that you change that soon,
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| And I would hope and pray if I were you.
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| If I were you
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| If I were you
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| If I were you
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| If I were you
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| I’d be asking every single person I knew
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| To gently say a prayer for me
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| 'Cause I will most assuredly die this century
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| And in this opportune-filled life that I will leave
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| I hope to God that I’ll live for you and not for me Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me now?
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| Is this thing on? |
| Can you hear me?
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| 'Cause I am speaking loud and clear! |