My path in Memory Lane.
Let the breeze swiftly caress over my body, and the pure smell of tulips come along.
With every breath in every day, I feel I can sing a thousand songs.
Ungrateful for all the wrongs and hurt, I think it's become a truthful call.
That in all imperfections and disbelief, I'll drop all the sorrows and still move on.
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With every breath in every day, I feel I can sing a thousand songs.
Ungrateful for all the wrongs and hurt, I think it's become a truthful call.
That in all imperfections and disbelief, I'll drop all the sorrows and still move on.
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