| Mountains wouldn’t part for me
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| They have no uncertainty
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| I’m just a passing emotion
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| Just hoping they take notice
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| And you are an opportunity
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| Without an opportunity
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| Another passing emotion
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| And hope that someone will take notice
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| And did I hear you sing
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| That we exist without existing
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| Or did I hear you sing
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| That we’ll land where we begin
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| I understand it, but I don’t show it
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| So I won’t think it, and maybe we’ll be there
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| Maybe we will be there
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| I understand it, but I don’t show it
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| So I won’t think it, and maybe we’ll be there
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| Maybe one day we will be there
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| Oh, oh-oh-oh…
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| I thought I heard you say
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| That I must be dissappearing
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| But I’m sure I heard you sing
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| We won’t begin
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| I understand it, but I don’t show it
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| So I won’t think it, and maybe we’ll be there
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| Maybe we will be there
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| I understand it, but I don’t show it
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| So I won’t think it, and maybe we’ll be there
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| Maybe one day we will be there
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| Oh, oh-oh-oh…
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| You have no sense in emptiness
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| Will you try a little harder
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| You have no sense in emptiness
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| Will you try, try, try a little harder |