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When I wake up every
morning
And face the rising sun,
I try to remember all the things I've done
I wonder if tomorrow will be a better day
Got to find a new direction
Sometimes I hear the people pray
As I sit among the ashes
Of a discontent world,
And I see my life before me
As it is and might have been,
I can think among the flowers,
I can dream beneath the trees,
Try something new tomorrow
Or live on past memories.
Then I woke up Sunday morning
To a distant tambourine
Somebody said Hallelujah,
Now what's that suppose to mean;
If I hear the sound of distant trumpets
Telling me to heed the call
Should I take a cross and bear it,
Or pay no attention to it all
Oh I'll find a new horizon,
I'll be like the rising sun,
Like the rising sun, baby here I come
Looking for the good life,
On the new horizon
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