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I hold a thought in my head
Don't want to let it go
Cause i don't know where it might land
And now i've got to find the strength to set it free
Cause if i don't lord it's gonna get the best of me
Then i see at the count of three
You've already taken the thought from me
You let it go in hopes to show
There's a chance for it to grow
And now i find some piece of mind
But then i'm always left behind
And i hold my hands to the sky
Lord i pray and wonder why
And now i hold a thought in my hand
I let it go cause i thought you might understand
And now i see the way you look at me
Well i guess the thought would have been better left with me
And then i see at the count of three
You're already running away from me
You let it go in hopes to show
There's a chance for it to grow
And now i find some piece of mind
But then i'm always left behind
And i hold my hands to the sky
Lord i pray and wonder why
Now i hold a thought in my hand
I let it go gotta let it crawl and understand
And now i see this space inside of me
And it's welling up with another thought to be free
And i see at the count of three
It's already taken the shape in me
I let it go gonna let it grow
I've got to let you know
And now i find some piece of mind
Now the truth is oh so kind
And i hold my hands to the sky
Lord i pray and wonder why
Lord i pray and wonder why
Lord i pray and wonder why
Lord i pray and wonder why
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