| When I think about the end
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| I think you are my only friend
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| When I think about this life
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| I think this is my only life
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| When I think about this world
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| I think this is my only world
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| We grew up in a Southern town
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| What was up was really down
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| What I found was really found
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| I think I met you underground
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| I think about when I was born
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| How she lost her eyes to see
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| They were prayin' hard to me
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| And I was born into belief
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| I was born not to see
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| Oh but I do
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| And I believe
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| That she was holdin' on for me
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| Livin' in a foreign land
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| Have you lost your eyes to see
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| Or have you found the garden tree
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| Well, if I stayed within your tree
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| I don’t know who I would be
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| Now my only friend
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| Do these good times ever end
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| When you’re livin' in this town?
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| That’s why I tried to move away
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| Now I see it upside down
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| You don’t know what you have found
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| Until you find what you have known
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| I see your colors and they glow
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| I see your colors and I know
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| I just want to stand close
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| Now my only light
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| Shine a little more my way
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| I’m growin' older every day
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| And I can’t say what I should say
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| I can’t mean what I should mean
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| What I see I do not see
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| What I mean to say
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| I cannot say
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| But I’mma try it anyway
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| Maybe I was born not to see
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| So how can I not believe?
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| When my mother lost her eyes for me
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| And yet she loved what I would be
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| I know not what I would be
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| But I love what I can’t see
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| And if it all just goes away
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| And if it all decides to stay
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| I believe my body ends
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| And I believe you are my friend
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| Until then, until then
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| My only friend
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| I take each day as it will end |