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There can be but better ways |
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From yesterdays to me |
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Somewhere there are better days |
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For better ways to be |
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Sunny days have funny ways |
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Of quieting the roar |
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Is it still a blessed thing |
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To live and live some more |
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And I'm left with the truth |
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And I'm right in my mind |
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Given some of the time |
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Maybe never |
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So I walk in these shoes |
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When I feel it's the blues |
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If it ain't it will do |
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Yeah, Yeah, |
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YeahI woke up early one morning |
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Like I'd been under a spell |
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Gazed into the mirrored reflection |
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Said I had to do it or else |
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And I'm left with the truth |
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And I'm right in my mind |
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Given some of the time |
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Maybe never |
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So I walk in these shoes |
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When I feel it's the blues |
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If it ain't it will do |
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Yeah, Yeah, |
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YeahOoooooohhh |
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Things are true |
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There can be but better ways |
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From yesterdays to me |
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Somewhere there are better days |
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For better ways to be |
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Sunny days have funny ways |
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Of quieting the roar |
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Is it still a blessed thing |
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To live and live some more |
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And I'm left with the truth |
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And I'm right in my mind |
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Given some of the time |
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Maybe never |
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So I walk in these shoes |
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When I feel it's the blues |
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If it ain't it will do |
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Yeah, Yeah, |
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Yeah |