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Well, it's six a.m. and I'm sitting here thinking
My life is being pulled in so many ways
I love my family and both of my jobs
But how many things can you do well in just one day
How long do we live this pace?
Do we get to the finish line to find we've run the wrong race?
What is truly important in this life that we choose?
If we could do it all different, what would I do?
Time with my little girls is so hard to find
I wake up with dreams of guilt sometimes
And I go out each morning when they're still in bed
And come back home in time to tuck them in again
Work with my hands, that's what every man wishes
Playing music with friends, taking walks by the sea
Time to lay with my wife and just gaze into her eyes
But I come home running when I get there she cries