Let¡¯s see where this leads
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Follow the path through the trees
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There she¡¯s crying on her knees,
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saying ¡°no one¡¯s ever pleased, my dear¡±
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Life is like a slide
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It¡¯s a really fine ride
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If we could realize God¡¯s on our side
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He¡¯s on our side
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Sometimes just a word
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Is all that needs to be heard
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Angels fighting to get to ground
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All for her to know this now my dear
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Such a secret thing
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Maybe I¡¯m glad I do not know
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What keeps me down when I¡¯m ready to go?
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In a low-lit room there is still a hope
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And it¡¯s shining very dim, enough for me to cope
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The light draws me near
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And its brilliance so divine
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The things that once were dim
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Slide
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