| Climb ye higher and higher and higher
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| 'Til you’re far away and breathing cleaner air
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| Oh my brother, my brother, my brother
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| Who have you become in the wake of all that’s happened here?
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| They’re burning down the orchard to the soil
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| To the soil, to the grave
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| Spreading out the ashes of a love
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| That only gave and gave
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| Climb ye higher, and higher, and higher
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| There’s no room for all the hearts who will not stay
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| Oh my brother, my brother, my brother
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| The horses are running, the horses are running away
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| Our hands are pulling everything apart
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| Fall apart, falling back
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| Tell yourself there’s no more need to lie
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| We don’t have time for that
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| It’s okay, it’s okay
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| My love will fall with grace
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| Climb ye higher, and higher, and higher
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| Leave our footprints to be lost along the ground
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| Oh my brother, my brother, my brother
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| There is nothing left to bring me back down
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| Spreading out our ashes in the sun
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| In the sun, in the sun
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| Spreading out our ashes in the sun
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| In the sun, in the sun |