On My Way

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I’m on my way, doll

I’m on my way

Coming down the same road that you went down

Stopping only long enough

To pick up the things you dropped

Then carrying on

Cause I’m on my way, doll

I’m on my way

I made good time at the start

I’m making good time now

My burden is getting heavier

Every mile I travel.

But I carry it gladly

And walk on happier feet

Because I’m on my way, doll

I’m on my way.

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