I might have thrown away something dear to me
Following the recipe for shoulder chips
Was it always there, whether or not I cared
Cause now I don't have the nerve that I once did
I feel it coming back, after falling flat
I guess prodigals do return when down to their last thread
It's funny what I find, and start to realize
When I feel that I can't go on
I'm running out of fight and running into God
When I feel that I can't go on
Maybe there's a line from here to the divine
When I feel that I can't go on
God, oh God
Do you hear me now
When I feel that I can't go on
God, oh God
Do you hear me now
When I feel that I can't go on
It's funny what I find, and start to realize
When I feel that I can't go on
I'm running out of fight and running into God
When I feel that I can't go on
Maybe there's a line from here to the divine
When I feel that I can't go on
God, oh God
Do you hear me now
When I feel that I can't go on
God, oh God
Do you hear me now
When I feel that I can't go on
God, oh God
Do you hear me now
When I feel that I can't go on
God, oh God
Do you hear me now
When I feel that I can't go on
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