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Our Guessing Gameby Ray Thomas and the Moody BluesWalking in the sandThinking of things, adventures in my mindTall ships that sail across the ocean wideThey won't wait for meSee how they glide away so gracefullyAnd with tomorrow what will become of me?It leaves me so much to explainThat's the start of our guessing gameThere are times when I think I've found the truthThere are times when I know that I'm wrongAnd the days when I try to hide my fearsBless the days when I'm feeling strongBless the days when I'm feeling strongWonder why we try so hardWonder why we try at allYou wonder why the world is turning aroundIn the end it won't matter at allStanding in the townLooking at people, counting their frownsUnhappy faces hurrying aroundSo blind they cannot seeAll of the things, the way life ought to beAnd with tomorrow what will they make of me?It leaves me so much to explainThat's the start of our guessing gameThere are times when I think I've found the truthThere are times when I know that I'm wrongAnd the days when I try to hide my fearsBless the days when I'm feeling strongBless the days when I'm feeling strongThere are times when I think I've found the truthThere are times when I know that I'm wrongAnd the days when I try to hide my fearsBless the days when I'm feeling strongBless the days when I'm feeling strongThere are times when I think I've found the truthThere are times when I know that I'm wrongAnd the days when I try to hide my fearsBless the days when I'm feeling strongBless the days when I'm feeling strongThere are times when I think I've found the truth
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