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Climbing high to the mountain top |
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Reaching up to the sky above |
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Asking to myself |
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Is this all there is? |
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Sailing into the ocean blue |
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Trying to find at least one clue |
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On a paper scrawled |
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Is this all there is? |
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And they all came to talk about it |
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They came to cry and laugh and fight about it |
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All searching for the promised land |
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Tired souls with empty hands |
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Asking to themselves |
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Is this all there is? |
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Fifteen years on a sewing machine |
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Where twisted hands don't mean a thing |
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Wondering to herself |
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Is this all there is? |
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Baby crying in an old tin cup |
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Wanting more but there's never enough |
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While her mother sighs |
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Is this all there is? |
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[Chorus] |
