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Blessed again

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He danced beneath the fireflies
On an empty road
And got lost in anger
But never chased yesterday

He did it like a dance
He did it for a while
But when it's gone, you know, it's gone

He's tired of being a stranger
And he's miles from home
Miles from mom ..

While he walked the streets of his life
He found pleasure in pain
Found sunshine through the rain

But never chased yesterday

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