| The excursion begins in revelry
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| But the miles compile a sense of disparity
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| And the day becomes perilously long
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| The best way to cope
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| When the end of your rope
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| Is dangling in your face
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| Imagine the taste
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| Of the glory that awaits all ahead
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| Don’t lose heart, comrades
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| It’s over that hill
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| It’s over that hill
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| The very next hill
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| Don’t lose heart, comrades
|
| It’s over that hill
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| Paradise is just over that hill
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| Trudging through life
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| Dodging peril and strife
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| Filling those days
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| With a lackadaisical malaise
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| The adventure seems perilously long
|
| The best way to cope
|
| When the end of your rope
|
| Is dangling in your face
|
| Imagine the taste
|
| Of the glory that awaits all ahead
|
| Don’t lose heart, comrades
|
| It’s over that hill
|
| It’s over that hill
|
| The very next hill
|
| Don’t lose heart, comrades
|
| It’s over that hill
|
| Paradise is just over that hill
|
| As the miles compile
|
| And the journey still seems perilously long
|
| The best way to cope
|
| When the end of your rope
|
| Is dangling in your face
|
| Imagine the taste
|
| Of the glory that awaits all ahead
|
| Don’t lose heart, comrades
|
| It’s over that hill
|
| It’s over that hill
|
| The very next hill
|
| Don’t lose heart, comrades
|
| It’s over that hill
|
| Paradise is just over that hill
|
| Over the very next
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| Over the very next hill… |