(...) So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out, I long to be found. The grass grew high, I laid down. Now I'll wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I've been laying so long, don't wanna lay here no more, don't wanna lay here no more, don't wanna lay here no more. If everything that happens is supposed to be, and it's all pre-determined, can't change your destiny, I guess I'll just keep moving. Someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.
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