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I really don't know what to say Except that I wish I could stay In here, safe from life, and away From things that could lead me astray I hope, when I get back out there That I will remember to care About this gift, sobriety Instead of notoriety I now have a new life, it's true And it's up to me what I do If I'm grateful for every day My so-"dry"-ety's sure to stay If I try to give it away It will come back somehow, some way But if I keep it to myself It might as well be on a shelf Like a long forgotten trophy That's no longer a part of me I have to continue to learn It's the only way I can earn My seat at the meeting places I smile at the smiling faces 'Cause we all know that we've been there To hell and back, and unaware That addiction was killing us That's why we now make a big fuss When someone picks up a new chip Or even if they have a slip We're here to support each other A place like this, there's no other Group in the world that understands What it means when we all join hands We all have one thing in common I guess it's what makes us human We all need some help, now and then No one doesn't need a real friend Or a Power that's greater than Just one woman, or just one man We can't do this all by ourselves Even Santa has to have elves To help him accomplish his goal To have help is good for the soul So then we can pass it around The love that we share does abound I hope I'm more like that one day I hope I can give it away Just like it was given to me: My life, my hope - sobriety!
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