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Sometimes I don't know
Which way I should go I just go with the flow And I keep my head low Sometimes I don't see Just what I should be I just try to be me And turn my own key Sometimes I can't hide From my foolish pride I just ride with the tide 'Til the storms subside Sometimes I can't take Much more of this place Too much of a race For me to save face Sometimes I can't care Enough to be there I can't be everywhere I remain unaware Someday I might know Which way I should go Until then, can you show Me the way that you know
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