The Race

Jesse Quin and The Mets

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I switch on the morning news.
It looks like the whole world's got the blues as well.
And history's closing in.
So i turn down the tv set,
Think over all the things we said but oh,
My memory comes and goes.
As my life erodes

Mother mary full of grace
I'm so near the end but i feel like i lost the race.
Tell me lord what have i done?
I'm back at the start of the things that i'd overcome.

So put on your old fur coat.
Wrap up and go and cast your vote 'cause oh,
It could be your only hope.
The glittering eyes of death,
Are watching the hours you have left but oh,
How is a man to know, it's his time to go?

Mother mary full of grace
I'm so near the end but i feel like i lost the race.
Tell me lord what have i done?
I'm back at the start of the things that i'd overcome.