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But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all.
I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out. Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down. Now wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I have been laying so low, don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be, and it is predetermined, you can't change your destiny. Then I guess I'll just keep moving and someday, m a y b e . . .
I'll get to where I'm going.