It was only yesterday
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When I heard the teacher say
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Patiently, one and two make three
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We were children, you and me
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Let us pray for the ones they call
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The children of today
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Nothin' left but promises
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Nothin' much is certain
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All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord
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We're livin' in the glory of your care
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Skies of blue have all turned brown
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To the sound of cryin
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Lord abide, let us stem the tide
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Of broken dreams
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Sometimes you seem to tell us
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It's too late for prayin'
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See the ocean wild and blue
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Think of all that's in her
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She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must
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They tell us, wise men tell us, it's too late
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For each child with eyes that smile
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There'll be ten more cryin'
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Lord abide, let us stem the time
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Of helplessness
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But then I guess we're livin'
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Is it too late for prayin'
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Nothin' here but grains of sand
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Nothin' much worth savin'
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Guess we've all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share
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Tomorrow could get better than today
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To the ones who've loved in vain
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Will ya be beholden
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Lord abide, let us stem the tide
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Of broken dreams
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Sometimes ya seem to tell us
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It's too late for prayin'
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Too Late For Prayin'
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
