It's a mountain that we all must climb,
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In giant leaps or one step at a time.
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I saw a fat, old money lender - shoes of silk and ermine,
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Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod.
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He never helped the poor and weak - viewed them all as vermin,
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So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god.
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Each of us must walk a different track -
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No sign to guide us and no turning back.
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[Chorus:]
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Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
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Most are blind - But i suspect what rare few know is real.
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"You carry me, i'll carry you" this simple childish notion.
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A cable car to Shangrai-La,
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Your worn up soul to heal.
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The soldier boy is marching proud (with military precision)
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Kicking others from the path - so keen to reach the peak.
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Never will he get there with this tactical decision -
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He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week.
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Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero,
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Persta et obdura - omnia vincit amor!
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My money's on the holy man - just clad in sack and sandals
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Heard a small child crying there - so turned around and stopped.
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Like a beacon now he shines (bright as a million candles)
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Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped.
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It's no contest - but we still race there
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Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare.
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Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
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Most are blind - But i suspect what rare few know is real.
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"You carry me, i'll carry you" this simple childish notion.
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A cable car to Shangrai - La,
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Your worn up soul to heal.
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You're worn up sole to heal,
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Your worn up soul too ...
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Heal your worn up soul.
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Worn Out Sole To Heel
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| Skyclad |
