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Umm pum pum pum |
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Pum pum, pum pum, pum pum |
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Look behind myself |
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As I reflect on all the memories |
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Good times, they come and go |
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Lost everything from friends to family |
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If I could turn back the hands |
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There would be some things |
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I'd change about me |
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I know that my past is not what my future holds |
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Where I come from who could believe |
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All the pain and misery? |
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Look in my eyes and you'll see |
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The diary of me, of me |
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Rewind my life |
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Just go back and correct all the wrong |
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And ask God to direct my path |
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So that I can make it home |
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And if I could turn back the hands of time |
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There would be some things |
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I would change about me |
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But I know that my past is not what my future holds' |
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Cause where |
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I'm from who could believe |
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All the pain, misery |
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Look in my eyes and you will see |
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The diary of me |
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Years ago a child was born |
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And raised without a man |
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My mother's gone |
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But still reached out her hand |
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Just open the book |
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Turn the pages of my life |
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And you will read |
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A true story about one man's journey |
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Where I'm from who would believe, yeah |
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That all the hurt and pain and misery? |
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Look in my eyes and you'll see |
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The diary of me |
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Where I'm from who could believe |
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The hurt and pain and misery? |
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Look in my eyes and you will see |
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The makings of my diary |
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Where I'm from who could believe |
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The hurt and pain and misery? |
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Look in my eyes and you will see |
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The makings of my diary |
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Where I'm from who could believe? |
