| We built these walls of stone
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| and then they crumble back today
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| we spend these tales of luck
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| out of trust, and hope and prayer
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| underneath our wounds
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| where our demons have their home
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| the truth can be exposed
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| there’s a strength to letting go
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| Hills to Climb
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| HIlls to Climb
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| dreaming of a view
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| from an empire in the sky
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| golden gates can wait
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| where the dust comes back to life
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| and the sins of time will ship
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| and the rivers heaven flow
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| when our hearts grow tired and cold
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| there’s a strength to letting go
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| Hills to Climb
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| Hills to Climb
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh
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| whooooaaaaaa
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| ohhhhhhhhh |