| Not again
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| Not again
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| Listen close, listen in
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| The wind is trying to talk to you
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| To warn you that the warmth will be leaving
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| While you’re soundly sleeping it off
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| You can try to speak
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| You can try to move forward
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| But your hands won’t work on the rocks
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| They’ll slip
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| Your grip has become toxic to progress
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| And there’s no time to climb
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| If you don’t let it go
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| Coming around the mountain like an echo
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| Spikes in, spokes up
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| Grab your rope
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| Spikes in, spokes up
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| It’s a test
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| It’s a risk
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| You’re always racing the clock
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| You’re never comfortable unless you’re reaching the top
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| I know you need this
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| I know you need this
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| Don’t let your bloodstream thin and let the storm win
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| There’s a trick in your head to help continue the fight
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| Don’t let your thoughts run dry
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| You’ve got to stay alive
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| I know you need this
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| A goal you can’t miss
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| What’s the point of dedication without the risk?
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| And there’s still time to climb
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| If you don’t let it go
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| Coming around the mountain like an echo
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| Spikes in, spokes up
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| Grab your rope
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| Spikes in, spokes up
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| Just one foot at a time until the ice melts
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| Push past the feelings that you felt
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| Daisy chain the crux on the comedown
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| Spikes in, spokes up
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| Spikes in, spokes up
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| Whether or not you can weather the storm
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| When the wind winds in
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| I will keep you warm
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| Don’t you dare dwell on that drop
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| The distance is too far now
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| To fall face first into the ground
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| So keep your hopes high and your chin up
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| So keep your fists up for the fight
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| When the weather is winning in the dead of the night
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| It’s like a death wish spinning in your hindsight
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| There’s still time
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| There’s still time
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| I know you’re ready for it
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| There’s still time
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| There’s still time
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| I know you’re ready for it
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| There’s still time
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| There’s still time
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| I know you’re ready for it |