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Galley-Jones |
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I stand with open hand and mind |
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I stand upon the brink |
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Of greater things I hope I'll find |
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Maybe of another kind |
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I think |
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I stand with open hand and mind |
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My eyes can see no wrong |
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In you I'm being left behind |
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And will I ever could have be so blind |
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I think |
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It's my life, my only life |
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My life to do as I see fit to do with |
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It's my life, my only life |
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My life to do as I see fit to do with |
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I stand upon an empty plain |
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A thousand buildings fell and never rose again |
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I see my future embroidered on the rain |
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I think |
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It's my life, my only life |
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My life to do as I see fit to do with |
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It's my life, my only life |
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My life to do as I see fit to do with |
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It's my life, my only life |
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My life to do as I see fit to do with |
