| Trick of the light
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| Or just a loss of perspective
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| Flaw in the grand plan
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| Just the way it is
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| Looks good from a distance
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| But closer I come
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| It becomes more daunting
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| But these moments will pass
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| Still halfway up the hill
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| My fingers may bleed
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| But I’ve got to get there, still
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| Lost in an abstract thought
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| Dazed and distracted
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| Winded but still I’m caught
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| With a fragment of doubt
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| Slowed by reflection
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| But these moments will pass
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| Still halfway up the hill
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| My fingers may bleed
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| But I’ve got to get there, still
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| It’s just confusion and illusion
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| Easily overdone
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| Here comes revolution, absolution
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| It’s not an illusion, not a fiction
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| Easily overcome
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| Here comes revolution, absolution
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| Trick of the light
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| Or just too much perspective
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| Looks good from a distance
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| But the closer I come
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| It becomes more daunting
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| But these moments will pass
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| Still halfway up the hill
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| My fingers may bleed
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| But I’ve got to get there
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| Still standing on the hill
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| My spirit’s released
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| But I’ve got to get there, still
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| But I’ve got to get there
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| Still standing on the hill
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| My spirit’s released |