Up and up and up I climb,
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When I came up I was so far behind,
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My head takes a lickin',
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But my heart keeps on tickin,
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Just the same.
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Always startin' over but somehow,
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I always know where to begin.
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Round and round and round I ride,
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And just when I looked I hadn't even began,
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To feel the effect,
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A cool, dark fever,
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On the brain.
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That feelin' takin' over,
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Like a holy rollercoaster,
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To the grave.
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How can I await the day?
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And last the night I'm here to see?
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How do I await the mother lode?
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It's the art of feeling naked in your clothes.
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Again, again, again I tried,
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That's how I knew I would never be denied,
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That face in the mirror,
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Who could it be? It was my own.
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That cool, dark figure,
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That's when I knew I was alone.
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On and on and on I drive,
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When will I know I have finally arrived?
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So far I've gone, so far to go,
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It never ends.
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Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin,
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Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin,
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Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin.
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Where To Begin
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My Morning Jacket |