| Scattered to the wind, I don’t know
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| Things that we trust could crumble into dust
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| No one can really say, «It ain’t so»
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| When you go over your mountain
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| When you’re lookin' down the road
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| When you think you’re goin' backwards
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| It’s all in vain, seems insane
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| When you ask, nobody knows
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| If our actions seem in doubt by the way we move about
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| Seems like we’re always on the run
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| Our mark is just a scratch like holdin' up any match
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| And tryin' to see the burn against the sun
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| When we’re goin' over the mountain
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| When we’re lookin' down the road
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| If you think you’re goin' backwards
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| It’s all in vain, seems insane
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| When you ask, nobody knows
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| When all our days are gone, you can catch us with a song
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| Something that seemed almost right
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| We’ve known love and joy
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| Eternity’s been our toy
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| Somethin' to play with in the night
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| When we’re goin' over our mountain
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| When we’re lookin' down the road
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| If you think we’re goin' backwards
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| You bear this all in vain, seems insane
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| When you ask, nobody knows
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| When I go over my mountain
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| When I’m lookin' down the road
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| When I think I’m goin' backwards
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| It’s all in vain, seems insane
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| When I ask, nobody knows |