| So here I am
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| Just a man with his empty hands
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| Right here I’d go down on my knees
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| And offer submission
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| If it made my grey skies blue
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| So hear my call
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| Well, it won’t make no difference at all
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| Right here I would speak any vow
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| And promise I’d give
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| If it made my grey skies blue
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| I know that I have a habit
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| Of taking things too hard
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| How often you’ve almost got mad about that
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| Well, I know what you mean
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| When you say things are never as bad as they seem
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| Although I don’t really think
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| That you are truly right
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| Every word I’ll deny
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| If I get through this night
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| So here I am
|
| Just a man with his empty hands
|
| Right here I’d go down on my knees
|
| And offer submission
|
| If it made my grey skies blue
|
| So hear my call
|
| Well, it won’t make no difference at all
|
| Right here I would speak any vow
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| And promise I’d give
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| If it made my grey skies blue
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| Sometimes I wonder
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| Why we try to plan anything at all
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| It never works out
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| And life goes on its own secret ways
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| When I feel like I’m losing my grip
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| I remind you still saying
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| «Those days won’t last forever
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| I swear you’ll be back under skies of blue»
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| Well, I know what you mean
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| When you say life is not as unfair as it seems
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| Although I don’t really think
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| That you are truly right
|
| Every word I’ll deny
|
| If I get through this night
|
| So here I am
|
| Just a man with his empty hands
|
| Right here I’d go down on my knees
|
| And offer submission
|
| If it made my grey skies blue
|
| So hear my call
|
| Well, it won’t make no difference at all
|
| Right here I would speak any vow
|
| And promise I’d give
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| If it made my grey skies blue |