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Fingers turning red, cold freezing my breath |
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Never looking down only straight ahead |
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Winds are blowing all around |
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Get a grip or you'll fall down |
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Holding tight to the rock |
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And you know you cannot stop |
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Ghosts are dancing now, right before my eyes |
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Howling in the wind, messing up my mind |
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I see I must close my eyes |
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Climbing as if |
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I was blind |
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Holding tight to the rock |
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And I know |
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I can't... stop |
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Winds are blowing even stronger than before |
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But I don't feel |
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I'm endangered anymore [Bridge:] |
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It is hard to climb but now |
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I know I can do it if |
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I want [Chorus:] |
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Will I ever see the top of the cliff ? |
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Now the strength is abandoning me |
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I am alone |
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Cold is passing like a knife right through me |
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I will climb until |
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I'm there, |
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I will go to the peak [Bridge] [Chorus] |