| I wish that I could be the way I once was
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| But God’s got other plans for me
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| Some people say the worst is almost over
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| But I don’t see how that could be
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| When I think too much about it
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| I can barely breathe
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| And if I’m still alive
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| When the autumn kills the leaves
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| I guess I’ll be what they consider free
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| They’ll say what makes you happy
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| But I warn you:
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| This time I’m not gonna listen
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| It’s hard to tell until you look a little closer
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| Then you can see right through 'em
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| Every time I think about it
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| I can barely breathe
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| And if I’m still alive
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| When the autumn kills the leaves
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| I guess I’ll be what they consider free
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| They’ll lead us all to water but I’ll bet you
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| They’d just as soon watch us drown
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| It never happens how you really want it
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| So hope someday you’ll live it down
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| When I think too much about it
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| I can barely breathe
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| And if I’m still alive
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| When the autumn kills the leaves
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| I guess I’ll be what they consider free |