Lord I don't know which way I am going Which way the 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, hits your eye I know, I swear, We'll find somewhere the streets are made with gold Bullets fly, split the sky But that's all right, sometimes sunlight comes streaming through the holes
Oooohhh ooooohh Oooohhh ooooohh Oooohhh ooooohh Oooohhh ooooohh
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