| Hope is an anchor and love is a ship
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| Time is the ocean and life is a trip
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| You don’t know where you’re going
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| 'Til you know where you’re at
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| And if you can’t read the stars
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| Well, you’d better have a map
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| A compass and a conscience
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| So you don’t get lost at sea
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| Or on some old lonely island
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| Where no one wants to be
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| From the beginning of creation
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| I think our maker had a plan
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| For us to leave these shores
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| And sail beyond the sand
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| And let the good light guide us
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| To the waves and the wind
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| To the beaches in a world
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| Where we have never been
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| And we’ll climb up on the mountain y’all
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| We’ll let our voices ring
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| And those who’ve never tried it
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| They’ll be the first to sing
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| Oh, my, my
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| I’ll see you on the other side if I make it
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| And it might be a long hard ride, but I’m gonna take it
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| Sometimes it seems that I don’t have a prayer
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| Let the weather take me anywhere
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| But I know that I want to go
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| Where the streets are gold 'cause you’ll be there
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| Oh, my, my
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| You don’t bring nothin' with you here
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| And you can’t take nothin' back
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| I ain’t never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
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| So I’ve torn my knees a-prayin'
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| Scarred my back from falling down
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| Spent so much time flying high
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| 'Til I’m face first in the ground
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| So if you’re up there watching me
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| Would you talk to God and say
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| Tell him I might need a hand
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| To see you both someday
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| Oh, my, my
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| So I’ll see you on the other side if I make it
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| And it might be a long hard ride, but I’m gonna take it
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| Sometimes it seems that I don’t have a prayer
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| Let the weather take me anywhere
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| But I know that I want to go
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| Where the streets are gold 'cause you’ll be there
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| Oh, my, my
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| 'Cause you’ll be there
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| Oh, my, my |