| Born in the heat of the desert
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| My mother died giving me life
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| Despised and disliked from my father
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| Blamed for the loss of his wife.
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| You know Lord, I’ve been in a prison
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| For something that I never done
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| It’s been one hill after another
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| And I’ve climbed them lord one by one.
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| But this time, Lord you gave me a mountain
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| A mountain I may never climb
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| It isn’t a hill any longer
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| You gave me a mountain this time.
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| My woman got tired of the hardships
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| Tired of the grief and the strife
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| Tired of working for nothing
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| Tired of being my wife.
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| She took my one ray of sunshine
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| She took my pride and my joy.
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| She took my reason for living
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| She took my small baby boy.
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| And this time, you gave me a mountain
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| A mountain I may never climb
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| It isn’t a hill any longer
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| You gave me a mountain this time |