Lord I don't know which way I am going
Which way river gonna flow
It's just seems that upstream, I keep rowing
Still got such a long way to go
Still got such a long way to go
Then that light, it's your eye
I move, I swim,
And found somewhere the streets are made of gold
But it's fly, split the skies
But that's all right, sometimes, somewhere I'm streaming to the holes
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