| The heat of the stone against your face
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| The incredible presence of mass
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| The clink of the metal the hiss of the rope
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| The sky like a piece of blue glass
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| He clings to the rock with the feeling reversed
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| As if he holds the whole earth in his hands
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| He loosens a pebble and hangs there quite silent
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| Listening to his heart 'til it lands
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| Listening to his heart moved by his art
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| Up the wall, up the wall
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| His life in his hands who knows where it lands
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| Up the wall, up the wall
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| They say climb if you want to climb because it’s there
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| Climb 'cause you’re a man
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| I say live on the wings of what’s possible here
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| Climb it because you can
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| Spirit of mountain (Spirit of man) spirit of man
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| The Sioux said they both had their place
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| Here on the ledge (Here on the edge) looking over the edge
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| I can feel it on my face
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| Listening to his heart moved by his art
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| Up the wall, up the wall
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| His life in his hands who knows where it lands
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| Up the wall, up the wall
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| So I listen now to this spirit of mine
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| Floating in clean air and then |
| I face to the west and I speak to the sun
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| And I say thank you quite softly again
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| Listening to his heart moved by his art
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| Up the wall, up the wall
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| His life in his hands who knows where it lands
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| Up the wall, up the wall
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| Up the wall
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| Up the wall |