| No matter how the mountain may be high
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| We’ve got to reach the top
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| And no matter how the hill might be steep
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| We’ll never stop
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| And no matter how dangerous the cliff
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| We’ll never fall
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| 'Cause Rasta have the handle
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| Babylon, you hold on on the blame
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| The ocean may be a million miles wide
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| We’ve got to reach across
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| No matter how things may be tough
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| We’ve got to be rough
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| No matter how long the journey
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| We never get weary
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| 'Cause Rasta have the handle
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| Babylon, dem hold on on the blame
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| The ocean be a million miles wide
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| We’ve got to reach across
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| No matter the things they do
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| We’ve got to get through
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| No matter how long the journey
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| We never get weary
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| 'Cause Rasta have the handle
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| Babylon, hold on on the blame
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| No matter how things may be tough
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| We’ve got to be rough
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| No matter how the fire may be red
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| We never get burned
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| No matter them tribulations
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| We’ve got to be strong
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| 'Cause Rasta have the handle
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| Babylon, you hold on on the blame
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| Rasta have the handle |