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Several times, uncontiously |
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I've stumbled upon the path |
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And seen a mountain in the mist |
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As rain falls on my shoulders |
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Sun rises in the east |
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A mourning bruise |
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But I am here at least |
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I guess I'm just an obstacle |
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A thing to overcome |
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If I could seek around myself |
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Again I'll know I've won |
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The moment seems to hang and float |
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Before me with no end |
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'Till I'm released, awaken beast |
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I'm on the road again |
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But now I'm soaring far to high |
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A fleck of dust up in the sky |
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Where tiny clouds go sailing by |
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Pull me down today |
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Woven in the fairy-tales |
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We fabricate each day |
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Our little golden strands of truth |
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That glimmer in the light |
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The colorful material |
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You hold a certain way |
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Can keep us from the cold |
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And help to get us through the night |
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But now I'm soaring far to high |
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A fleck of dust up in the sky |
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Where tiny clouds go sailing by |
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Pull me down today |
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Pull me down today |
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Pull me down today |
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Pull me down |
