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Sometimes I feel like I am
Sailing on a sunken dream
I try to read the signs
But I don't know what they mean
I know when I'm with you
I'm a rich man baby
Grace, I'm not yet born
Come embrace
A soul that's torn
I have got so much to give you
My heart is starved of love
In these radio days
I try to listen hard
To what my conscience says
I know I've sold my soul
I'm going to earn it back now
Grace, I'm not yet born
Come embrace
A soul that's torn
I have got so much to give you
Now that you believe in me
We can fly away
Somewhere safe
I know that you will always be
Giving more than you take
I know when I'm with you
I'm a rich man baby
Grace, I'm not yet born
Come embrace
A soul that's torn
Grace, it can mend if you make my heart your friend
Grace
Grace
Grace
Grace
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