Climbing
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Climbing
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A mountain so cragged and tall
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Sure is a long way back down
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Flying
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Flying
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On toy rockets pointed at mars
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Sure is a long way back down
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We could find a second sun
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Or be burned on the way
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And loose another few
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Tomorrow's on its way
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Driving
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Driving
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On a road headed nowhere at all
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And it just keeps on going
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Waiting
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Waiting
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For the cold wind of winter to calm
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And it just keeps on blowing
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We could drive another mile
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We could wait one more day
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And loose another few
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Tomorrow's on it's way
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Do you find it kind of stifling
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Could be everything's not only what they're showing
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Do you find it kind of trifling
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Looks like everything is what they think they're owning (lies)
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Do you find it kind of criminal
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Do you think that it's the only thing they're planning for you
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Once we were giving
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Now we are taking
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We left a more beautiful world than we're making
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Once we were building
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Now we are breaking
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Time to clean up all the mess we've been making
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Lay down your hand grenades
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Throw down your rifles
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Now is the time to make peace with your rivals and Love
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Love
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Love
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Love
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Love
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We could fight another fight
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But it's all in vain
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And loose another few
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Tomorrow can explain
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We could drive another mile
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We could wait one more day
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And loose another few
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Tomorrow's on it's way
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Toy Rockets
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| Dead Soul Tribe |
