I've stood upon my mountaintop
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And shouted at the sky
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Walked above the pavement
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With my sense amplified
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I get this feeling...
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All my nerves are naked wires
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Tender to the touch
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Sometimes super sensitive
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But who can care too much?
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I get this feeling...
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Scars of pleasure
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Scars of pain
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Atmospheric changes
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Make them sensitive again
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Each emotional injury
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Leaves behind its mark
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Sometimes they come tumbling out
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Like shadows in the dark
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I get this feeling...
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When I think about all I have seen
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And all I'll never see
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When I think about the people
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Who have opened up to me
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I get this feeling...
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Snow falls deep around my house
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And holds the winter light
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I've heard the lions hunting
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In the Serengeti night
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I get this feeling...
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Forests turned to factories
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And river, sea, and sky
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Hungry child in the desert
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And the flies that cloud her eyes
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I get this feeling...
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Pleasure leaves a fingerprint
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As surely as mortal pain
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In memories they resonate
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And echo back again...
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Scars of pleasure
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Scars of pain
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Atmospheric changes
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Make them sensitive again
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Scars
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