I mount up with waxen wings
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High to reach the sun
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And I am no further than
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When I first begun
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So I build a mount of Athos
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To shape your form against the sky
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With my home in your hands to show all the people why
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To show all the people why
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¡¯Chorus¡¯
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Everything I do
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It¡¯s not enough for you
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Everything I do
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It¡¯s not enough
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It¡¯s not enough for you
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In the garden of my pride
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The lamented lime tree
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Too stupid to cry for rain
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Fruitless and choked out by weeds
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So I write a book of life
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Using the best words I can find
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For some struggler to snuggle up
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When the world becomes unkind
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When the world becomes unkind
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¡¯repeat chorus¡¯
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I find direction in eastbound clouds
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And long for what they (might) have
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But when I step into its midst
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Its substance I cannot grasp
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So I paint a portrait of you
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As if you had human disguise
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With oil and canvas to be clay
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To open up their eyes
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"like you opened up my eyes
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¡¯repeat chorus twice¡¯
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Not Enough
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| Caedmon's Call |
