Several times, uncontiously
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I've stumbled upon the path
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And seen a mountain in the mist
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As rain falls on my shoulders
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Sun rises in the east
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A mourning bruise
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but I am here at least
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I guess im just an obsticle
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A thing to overcome
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If I could sneek around myself
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Again I'll know I've won
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The moment seems to hang and float
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Before me with no end
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'till I'm released, awaken beast
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I'm on the road again
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But now i'm soaring far to high
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A fleck of dust upin the sky
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Where tiny clouds go sailing by
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Pull me down today
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Woven in the fairy-tales
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We fabricate each day
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Our little golden strands of truth
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That glimmer in the light
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The colorful material
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You hold a certin way
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Can keep us from the cold
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And help to get us through the night
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But now i'm soaring far to high
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A fleck of dust upin the sky
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Where tiny clouds go sailing by
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Pull me down today x4
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oooooooooooooo
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oooooooooooooo
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Mountains In The Mist
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Phish |