Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
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Down the street where I grew up
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Momma used to send me over with things
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We struck a freindship up
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I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing
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Says he was in the war when in the navy
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Lost his wife, lost his baby
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Broke down and asked him one time
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How ya keep from going crazy
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He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
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I asked him what he meant
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He looked at me and smiled, said
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[Chorus:]
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I raise my hands, bow my head
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I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see
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Oh I believe
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Few years later I was off at college
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Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
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Getting all caught up on the gossip
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The ins and outs of the small town life
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She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died.
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Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back
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Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
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I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
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If there was ever anybody desevred a ticket to the other side
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It'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said
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[Chorus:]
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I raise my hands, bow my head
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I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see
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I can't quote the book
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The chapter or the verse
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You can't tell me it all ends
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In a slow ride in a hearse
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You know I'm more and more convinced
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The longer that I live
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Yeah, this can't be
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No, this can't be
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No, this can't be all there is
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[Chorus:]
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When I raise my hands, bow my head
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I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see
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I believe
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Ohhh
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I believe
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Oh
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Do you believe?
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Because, I believe
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I believe
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I believe
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I believe
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I believe
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I believe
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Believe
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| Jennifer Hudson |
