| I don’t know where this is going
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| I don’t know how long I’ve got
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| There is no certain way of knowing
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| When it’s time for the full stop
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| In this time that I’ve been given
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| As I try to fill my days
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| Everything slips out of focus
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| The familiar things seem strange
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| The road ahead looks shorter than the one behind
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| Either way, I’m no closer to wisdom
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| There are lots of ugly people in this world
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| I know because I’m one
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| When I get a chance I’ll step out of the shadows
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| And turn my face into the sun
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| The road ahead looks shorter than the one behind
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| Either way, I’m no closer to wisdom
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| The road ahead looks shorter than the one behind
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| Either way, I’m no closer to wisdom
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| And, we wait
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| There are things that I will miss
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| When everything is done
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| The comfort of our skin
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| The whisper of our blood
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| The road ahead looks shorter than the one behind
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| Either way, I’m no closer to wisdom
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| The road ahead looks shorter than the one behind
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| Either way, I’m no closer to wisdom
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| And, we wait |