Well I sat down next to a photograph
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Tried my best almost made her laugh
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She was my toughest crowd
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There in the way was a moutain up in the clouds
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Well I can't sleep and I'm not in love
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I can't speak without messing up
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Eye's tell of what's behind
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And hers showed the way to a long and lonely climb
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But through failure I'll proceed
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And she'll see how far I've come
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And it's you and me in the sun and sea
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I'll offer my arms to yours
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It seems to me, no mystery
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Well it isn't
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So I'll try hard to speak
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Well I sat down next to a living hell
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Tried my best until I struck out
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Movement is not mine
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I stood in the way pretending that I was the vine
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But no failure will proceed from a mouth that drinks it's wine
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And it's not me
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Not my sanctity
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These aren't my words to you
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It's all clear when it's not from here
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So clear
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So I'll try not to speak
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Speak
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