| You and me, we got to go somewhere
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| Somewhere where there’s air to breathe
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| Even though we can’t see daylight
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| Somehow we can feel the breeze, oh no
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| Gonna be there someday — oh, gonna make it some way — oh
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| Climbing cross the hills on pathways
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| Where wiser men would fear to tread
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| The air itself seems made from treacle
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| Our shoes they feel they’re made from lead, oh no
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| Gonna be there someday — oh, gonna make it some way — oh, oh
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| I got to know how you feel
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| Got to know who you are
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| Got to know from where you come
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| You and me got nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
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| Ways appear, then disappear forever, all around
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| We wander down between the houses
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| Then walk among the fields again
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| If we always keep on moving
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| We know we’ll get there in the end, oh no
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| Gonna be there someday — oh, gonna make it some way — oh, oh
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| I’m gonna be there someday — oh, gonna make it some way — oh, oh |