| Whoa who knows
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| When I was a baby-child, my daddy said to me Many mountains we must climb, before we’ll be free
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| But he never told me, about the bruises on my knees
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| They would be the map that leads, where we need to be And Oh that storm came down
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| Forty days, forty nights
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| Who knows, what the thunder and lightning will bring
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| Maybe the storm will cover my dreams
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| Maybe the sun will shine no more
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| Who knows, which way the wind is blowing
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| And that we will look back on these things
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| And we won’t cry no more
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| Whoa Who Knows
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| Wandering blindly, searching for the truth
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| And anchored to a solid rock, that we could hold onto
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| But there’s no tomorrow, not for everyone
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| Who will hear your last harsh words when your time on earth is done
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| That sun goes down
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| Forty days, forty nights
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| Who knows, what the thunder and lightning will bring
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| Maybe the storm will cover my dreams
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| Maybe the sun will shine no more
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| Who knows, which way the wind is blowing
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| And that we will look back on these things
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| And we won’t cry no more
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| Hold your lamp down, don’t let the wind blow it out
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| Hold that light child and one day it’s gonna shine
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| Sing until the darkness it is lifted
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| Sing until the darkness it is lifted
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| (Pick it up Pick it up) |