| It depends on surface area
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| Whether you do, whether you don’t
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| Climb a mountain, run a thousand miles
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| Grab on and hold, grab on and hold
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| It’s a myth to behold, it’s a fire in the cold
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| Grab on and hold, grab on and hold
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| It’s a snake in the grass, it’s a stop sign to pass
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| Grab on and hold, grab on and hold, ooh
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| This ain’t no hymn, this ain’t no warning to run from sin
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| This ain’t no dagger for sticking in
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| So let me be, I’ll follow someone that I can see
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| I’ll worship someone that I can be
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| It depends on you and you alone
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| Whether you do, whether you don’t
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| Don’t believe in more than flesh and bone
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| Grab on and hold, grab on and hold
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| This ain’t no hymn, this ain’t no warning to run from sin
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| This ain’t no dagger for sticking in
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| So let me be, I’ll follow someone that I can see
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| I’ll worship someone that I can be |