| Climbing to the top
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| Must to find the roam tree
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| Nothing’s coming up
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| And it’s getting scary
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| If we kickin' it together
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| Tell me what I’m doing here
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| So what you gonna do when they bang on the door
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| You know they’re here to get you
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| So you run some more
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| What you wanna do
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| Is really not up to you
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| And it may take some time
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| It’s a lost
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| That don’t know what you see
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| It could be worth your while
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| Cause you’re lost
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| And I don’t know where you’ve been
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| Don’t give up
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| What you gonna do when they bang on your door
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| You don’t have to feel the life you leave behind
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| Why won’t you make up your mind
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| Why don’t you make up a style
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| Five thousand people with their hands in the air
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| A hundred mental pictures you’ve got memoirs for share
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| When you find yourself a lover
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| You’ll get the hell outta here
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| And it may take some time
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| It’s a lost
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| That don’t know what you see
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| It could be worth your while
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| Cause you’re lost
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| And I don’t know where you’ve been
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| And I don’t know where you’ve been
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| And I don’t know where you’ve been
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| And I don’t know where you’ve been
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| Don’t give up
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| What you gonna do when you run some more
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| Please don’t hate yourself
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| Cause you can make up your mind
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| That you leave behind
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| It’s time to look forward
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| Why won’t you make up your mind
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| Why don’t you make up a style |