it gets hard sometimes
everybody's got an arm
they pull
when i was young they had my life planned out
I
just at the top of this hill
awaits happiness you
you make them feel
wrong they already do
you need
mary stares out window
panes and smiles at
friends that
when we were young we would dress like heroes that
joe was a carpenter
made a living working wood with the
could it be that you and me were made to
my God has a mighty
hand as powerful as the
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