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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| Red Umbrella |
