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What was the reason? |
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Didn't need one |
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Like instinct born into a trade |
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Not by choice but for a purpose |
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Push the rock move the stone |
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Forever the hill your home |
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So, have you come to resurrect me |
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Or have you come to crucify |
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Step aside or get behind me |
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I wish someone would get behind me |
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And the hill so very high |
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Does not give comfort |
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And the sweat upon your brow |
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Will go unnoticed |
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You see there will be |
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Those who come and stand |
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Come and stand stand in the way |
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They can' t believe that a stone can be moved |
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So they laugh when you are still |
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They're waiting for that hill |
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To swallow you and spit you out |
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Another casualty of art |
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Whose only fault was being born |
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Born between the rock and the stone |
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Forever the hill your home |
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I was born to move a mountain |
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I will die before i fade away |
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I always thought that i was chosen |
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King of the hill, king of the hill |
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And when the light is dim |
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Who will stand by my side |
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Crawling on bloody knees |
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Who will believe in me |
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Who will stand by me |
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Who will walk with me |
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Who will fly with me? |
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I was born to move a mountain |
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I will die before i fade away |
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I always thought that i was chosen |
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King of the hill, king of the hill |
