| It’s sixteen miles to the promised land
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| And I promise you I’m doing the best I can
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| Now, don’t fool yourself in thinking you’re more than a man
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| 'Cause you’ll probably end up dead
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| I visit these mountains with frequency
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| And I stand here with my arms up
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| Now, some days, they last longer than others
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| But this day by the lake went too fast
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| And if you want me, you better speak up
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| I won’t wait
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| So you better move fast
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| Don’t fool yourself in thinking you’re more than you are
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| With your arms outstretched to me
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| Now, it’s sixteen miles to the promised land
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| And I promise you, I’m doing the best I can
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| Now, some days, they last longer than others
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| But this day by the lake went too fast
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| And if you want me, you better speak up
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| I won’t wait
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| So you better move fast
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| And some days, they last longer than others
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| But this day by the lake went too fast
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| And if you want me, you better speak up
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| I won’t wait
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| So you better move fast |