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To stand where I stand
To see just where I want to be when
I close my eyes, don't want to cry but fly
like an angel hight above the things that try to hold me down
Still these thoughts are forming
I don't have much to give
Just pockets full of memories of days
when passing through these opportunities
that still knock at my soul
dreams that I thought I had forgot
Now time tells
Then I'll know who it holds
now let go
Reach deep down into yourself
Find a place that's yours
When you need it, remember where it lives
Reach deep down into yourself
Find a place that's yours
When you need it, remember where it lives |
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