It's time you count my blessings All in one hand And burry my watch in the sand Rain came and went, time wisely spent. And while we’re here We try to see The angels we thought we should be Gliding down the slope like a cushion full of hope (Now I can see The angel I thought I should be Am I being him or is it me) The sooner you're waken The better you'll be I guess you may say that about me As I slip into rhyme with a mild trace of lime (Now I should be The angel I thought I could see Am I being him or is it me).
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