| I didn’t know what day it was that day
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| Felt just like falling down on my knees to pray
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| Looked at myself, and all that I could say
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| Was,"I think I see the errors of my way"
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| There in the glass there was something caught my eye
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| Although I try through my sighing not to cry
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| See where I am, and what I try to say
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| Just so I’ll look at the errors of my way
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| Guess I got no one around to pull me through
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| I just need someone to turn to, yes, I do
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| Doin' my best just to change my yesterday
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| Then I won’t have no more errors of my way |