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Thanksgiving - Poi Dog Pondering

Somehow I find myself far out of line

From the ones I had drawn

Wasn't the best of paths you could attest to that

But I'm keeping on

Would our paths cross if every great loss

Had turned out our gain

Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us

Was paid in vain

There was no pot of gold hardly a rainbow

Lighting my way

But I will be true to the red black and blues

That colored those days

I owe my soul to each fork in the road

Each misleading sign

'Cause even in solitude no bitter attitude

Can dissolve my sweetest find

Thanksgiving for every wrong move

Thanksgiving for every wrong move

Thanksgiving for every wrong move

That made it right

That made it right

That made it right

Would our paths cross if every great loss

Had turned out our gain

Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us

Was paid in vain

Thanksgiving for every wrong move

Thanksgiving for every wrong move

Thanksgiving for every wrong move