| I know it’s late
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| I couldn’t wait to call you on the phone
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| 'tis been a while since I’ve been home
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| All of this was my own choice
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| 'Coz the man upstairs has given me this voice
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| No matter how long it takes
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| No matter how hard the breaks
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| I’ve gotta use it!
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| Or lose it!
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| I just can’t stand to refuse
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| Chance to do what I gotta do
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| I gotta sing my song
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| Sing the hatred into love
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| Sing a praise to heaven and above
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| Sing the tears into a smile yeah
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| Sing into a feeling
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| This is all worthwhile
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| Sing it high, sing it low
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| Sing from deep within my soul
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| Sing it loud and make it clear
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| Sing so everyone can hear
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| Could it be Lord, chosen me because
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| I’d be nothing
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| If I couldn’t sing
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| My song
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| By the way may I say thank you
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| For the love you’ve shown
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| All of these years since I’ve been born
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| Papa thought I was college-bound
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| And you expected me to settle down
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| I’m not ignoring what you had in mind
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| Neither do I wanna sound unkind
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| Before I give up!
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| I gotta live up!
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| To a challenge to do my thing
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| I gotta cut loose the April strings
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| Oh I’ve gotta sing my song
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| (All I wanna do is)
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| Sing the hatred into love
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| Sing a praise, to the heaven and above
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| Sing the tears into a smile ye-aaaah
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| Sing into a feeling
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| This is all worthwhile
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| Sing it high, sing it low
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| Sing from deep within my soul
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| Sing it loud, and make it clear
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| Sing so every one can hear
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| Could it be Lord, chosen me because
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| I’d be nothing
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| If I couldn’t sing
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| My song |