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When I am tired of walking alone From the jobs that I hate It's been a month since he's gone All I remember are his hands. Don't sleep the day away I know it's hard to draw the blinds. On God's mountain there'll be rest All of the roads leading there Vital hands have led me to see Look from my arms and pull me away. Don't sleep the day away I know it's hard to pull the blinds And the let the sun shine. From Letras Mania