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Mt. Hermon

When I wake I am passing time in the mirror I watch as it all goes by before my eyes In my memory there’s photographs of a young, golden time when there was no past for me to have No, I’m not the one I was before Until I’m standing at Heaven’s door let me in this time, just let it slide oh, oh When I’m growing I’m growing old lose the spirit and get after what you’re told to win the gold Getting shout outs and accolades prove your worth at your desk on a sunny day no time to play No, I’m not the one I was before Until I’m standing at Heaven’s door let me in this time, I crossed the line Oh no


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