| Well I sat down next to a photograph
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| Tried my best almost made her laugh
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| She was my toughest crowd
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| There in the way
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| Was a mountain up in the clouds
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| Well I can’t sleep and I’m not in love
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| I can’t speak without messing up
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| Eyes tell of what’s behind
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| Hers showed the way to a long and a lonely climb
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| But through failure I’ll proceed
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| She’ll see how far I’ve come
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| And it’s you and me in the sun and sea
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| I’ll offer my arm to yours
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| It seems to me no mystery
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| It isn’t, so I’ll try hard to speak
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| Well I sat down next to a living hell
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| Tried my best until I struck out
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| Movement is not mine
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| I stood in the way
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| Pretending that I was the vine
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| But no failure will proceed
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| From a mouth that drinks its wine
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| And it’s not me not my sanctity
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| These aren’t my words to you
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| It’s all clear when it’s not from here
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| So clear, so I’ll try not to speak |