I’ve Been Blessed
What would you do
If you knew
That the world was coming to an end tonight
Would you run
Or tempt to hide
Would you fall down to your knees
And pray to God that he provide
A way for us to survive
Yeah, a way for us to hold on to our lives
Its the end of the world
The end of the world
No I'm not afraid to die
I just want to say good-bye
To all I know (to all I know)
Because without them I know I could not survive
I've been blessed with more then most could want in life
Then most could want in life
The hours pass
But way too fast
So I pour myself a drink
And wait to go
I stare outside
And wonder why
I am forced to watch the world end tonight
But still thank God, that I was given life
Its the end of the world
The end of the world
No I'm not afraid to die
I just want to say good-bye
To all I know (to all I know)
Because without them I know I could not survive
I've been blessed with more then most could want in life
Wish I could tell you how many times
That I had wished for my life to be done
And now I'm begging for
Another hour, another day, another year to come
But we don't have the time
So we'll just pray to see you all in the next life
Its the end of the world
The end of the world
No I'm not afraid to die
I just want to say good-bye
To all I know (to all I know)
Because without them I know I could not survive
I've been blessed with more then most could want in life
Then most would want in life
I've been blessed with more then most
Then most could want in life
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