| It wasn’t long before I knew
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| There must be something more
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| Than livin' life under the sun
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| And always keeping score
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| So I looked outs on that mountain
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| Of things I didn’t know
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| But I knew I would have to cross
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| That valley far below
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| If I knew then what I know now
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| I would have stayed behind
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| More questions than are numbered
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| Numbed my soul and mind
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| But still my heart keeps yearnin'
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| To guide the way to go and
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| It’s always leading downward thru
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| The valley far below
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| I didn’t know enough to hear
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| The warnin' on the way
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| Lost followers returnin'
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| And the little things they’d say
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| But now their words return to me
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| When nights are passing slow
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| And all too clear they say beware
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| That valley so far below
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| But by then it was too late
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| And I couldn’t find an out
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| And I could tell I knew
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| Too well what this was all about
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| And the walkin' dead and dyin' know
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| More than I can know
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| But no one knows the way out
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| Of this valley far below
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| Now I ride a timeless sunset
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| Waiting for the end
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| A way back home
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| Some things I’ve known
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| A familiar face or friend
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| Experience and companions
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| Warn me not to go
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| Though I’m lost I still must cross
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| That valley so far below
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| So far below |