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God help this simple man
I'd like to believe and understand
But faith slips like water from weary hands
Which pray and get no reply
All I can be is me
Imperfect confused and incomplete
Unwilling to lay down accept defeat
Fighting the world till I die
In the race but I have no place to run
Looking for the light
When the black of night has come
Still I run
Saint and sinner loser and winner
I've been down that road before
When fate and I collide on
This road that I ride on
I have nothing to apologize for
I glide
I'm just along for the ride
One life is what you get
Lay out your hand and place that bet
Live for today without regret
Tomorrow may never arrive
