Water water everywhere
And I complain about my thirst
The prescriptions in my hand
While the pain I curse
I know the longer
I know the harder
The walk will be
With my callused feet
And my too tender knees
I stumbled upon the truth
And wished it'd get out of my way
When I've seen the light
I pulled down the shade
I know the longer
I know the harder
The walk will be
With my callused feet
And my too tender knees
If I were as Smart as Christopher, I'd find a closet
If I were as week as Samson was, I'd make a prophet
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