| I’m riding far away
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| For nights and days
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| Going silent they say
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| I’m running
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| It’s like your voice I hear
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| Wind in my face
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| Keeps drying my tears
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| I am climbing mountains high
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| No clouds in sight
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| Say my morning prayers
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| Please love me again
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| My heart is aching
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| In my head, your voice is echoing
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| I can’t see clear
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| The memory of you keeps blurring my view
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| I am lost, nowhere to go
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| The mountains hide
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| They’re playing tricks on my mind
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| You’re not here by my side
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| You’re further away, my hand far away from you
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| And I keep trying to forget
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| The racing youthful mind leaves nothing behind
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| Now I found myself |
| On my knees and then
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| I’m begging plead
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| Forgive my sins amen
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| I can’t bear it anymore
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| Hanging for plans
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| Let me go
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| But St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet»
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| St. Peter shaking his head
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| He’s saying «no, no, you’re not ready yet |