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de Ron Sexsmith

At times i'm saddled by this nagging doubt
And the light so dim
Through this confusion my heart goes travelling on a whim
It's a cold and rainy day but it feels so right
To be out on a limb
It's where i go when my hope's unravelling on a whim on a whim
And i find myself in the middle of something
When i thought i was going nowhere fast
This is how it all begins
Must be the place where my faith comes in on a whim on a whim
At times i'm saddled by this nagging doubt
Though the odds are so slim
I take my chances my heart goes travelling on a whim on a whim on a whim

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