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It depends on surface area |
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Whether you do, whether you don't |
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Climb a mountain, run a thousand miles |
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Grab on and hold, grab on and hold |
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It's a myth to behold, it's a fire in the cold |
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Grab on and hold, grab on and hold |
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It's a snake in the grass, it's a stop sign to pass |
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Grab on and hold, grab on and hold |
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Oooh |
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This ain't no hymn |
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This ain't no warning to run from sin |
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This ain't no dagger for sticking in |
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So let me be |
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I'll follow something that I can see |
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I'll worship something that I can be |
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It depends on you and you alone |
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Whether you do, whether you don't |
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Don't believe in more than flesh and bone |
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Grab on and hold, grab on and hold |
