| I climbed to the top of this mountain
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| with no fear of tumbling down.
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| For one brief moment in time
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| I freed my mind of this town.
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| Got clear sight of lights on the hills
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| just outside the city’s grip
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| and just like that, just like that
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| I let the moment sleep.
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| Every face seems familiar on these crowded streets,
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| Sidewalks sway to the beat of my stammering feet,
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| Lost in a world of handshakes and receipts,
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| I hear a song it’s calling out to me.
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| The people are aligned on the road like candle pins.
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| Wobbling above gutters humming old retired hymns.
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| Can’t you see it’s all a cavalcade of delusion stares
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| and just like that, just like that we are prone to disappear.
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| Every face seems familiar on these crowded streets,
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| Sidewalks sway to the beat of my stammering feet,
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| Lost in a world of handshakes and receipts,
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| I hear a song it’s calling out to me.
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| What’s the price that you pay
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| for living everyday
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| like a number on a docket,
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| a dollar to be saved?
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| What’s the price you pay
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| when you give yourself away
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| with swollen fists in your pocket,
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| from the workhouse to your grave?
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| Let’s pray we don’t end up this way. |