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too late to work too early to sleep

i begin to think of my one true mate

of life's purpose and God's control



Chorus

i'm searchin all over

don't see a thing

the answer is alludin

doubt is pollutin

far from the wisdom of the heart

I ventured and got torn apart

its too early its too late



too late to apolgize too early to smile

I begin to think of love hate and how we relate

of life's ups downs and all arounds



Chorus

i'm searchin all over

don't see a thing

the answer is alludin

doubt is pollutin

far from the wisdom of the heart

I ventured and got torn apart

its too early its too late



too late for truth too ealy for justice

i begin to think of pain time and death

of brick and block stiffling screams



Chorus

i'm searchin all over

don't see a thing

the answer is alludin

doubt is pollutin

far from the wisdom of the heart

I ventured and got torn apart

its too early its too late





too late to run too early to die

I begin to think of being cornered and caught

of being slaughtered and torn apart



Chorus

i'm searchin all over

don't see a thing

the answer is alludin

doubt is pollutin

far from the wisdom of the heart

I ventured and got torn apart

its too early its too late