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A day, a week, a month, a year, I never knew how fast time flew, I turned around and it was gone, before I could explore, I couldn't grasp the world at all, while it was fresh and new, If I could do it all again, I'd pay attention more. The first time that I heard the blues, I shook from head to toe, I felt emotions in my heart, I'd never felt before. I should have lingered longer there, but yielded to life's flow, Oh! I'd like to do it all again, but pay attention more. I lived right through the Sixties, on streets and avenues, Change held me in its power, culture in its groove, I knew that time was special, but not how fast it flew, Well if I could live it over, I'd pay attention more. First time I got religion, I was certain I was right, My mind was satisfied, I was sure I knew the score, My soul at peace with living, no one I had to fight, But if I could do it over, I'd pay attention more. Now when I'm on my deathbed, what will I think of then? Will my foundation stand, when I'm at heaven's door? Will I regret what I have been, and every kind of sin? Or would I do it all again, and pay attention more? Sometimes I want to sing the blues, but the words they just won't come, I hear them clearly in my sleep, as from a distant shore, The melody so plain and pure, that I begin to hum, Oh! I'd like to hear it one more time, but pay attention more. Mama, ever since you passed away, I often think of you, And all the things I'd like to say, if we could meet once more, If I could see you by and by, I know just what I'd do, I'd give it one more try, and pay attention (just a little bit) more.
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