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Climbing a mountain in darkness |
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Stranded alone on the ledge |
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Every attempt that I make to hold on |
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Pushes me nearer the edge |
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Sensing the changes impending |
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My thoughts are diffused by despair |
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I feel like I'm swimming straight up underwater |
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Desperately racing for air |
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I'm racing for air |
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(Chorus) |
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And the chords struck at birth grow more distant |
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Yet, we strike them again and again |
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And we plead and we pray for a glimmer of day |
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As the night folds its wings and descends |
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Exposing the loose ends |
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Surrounding myself with possessions |
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I surely have more than I need |
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I don't know if this is justice hard earned |
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Or simply a matter of greed |
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A matter of greed |
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(Chorus) |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
