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** #1505352 Not An Image ** How much longer Lord? How much longer? Been walking this road since I was born. Oh, I've jumped on a bus or two, Wandered from the road when I was young. I didn't know. Lord, I didn't know. Ain't it funny Lord? Ain't it funny? This journey that passes in a blink. Given first to babes who rush, So damned sure that it can never end. I was so wrong. Lord, I was so wrong. Do you see it Lord? Do you see it? Eternity stretching before me? Bright lights blind my tired eyes. In my youth I would have gladly ran. I'm so tired. Lord, I'm so tired. Can you see me Lord? Can you see me? So happy to have traveled this road? Don't leave me by the wayside All alone, when I reach journeys end. I'm so afraid. Lord, I'm so afraid.
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