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Let me tell you what he did for me, |
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with the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve. |
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I cried to my father the other night, the end of all hope. |
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"Show me the rope, which way to go" |
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As I fell asleep, he took away my worries. |
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He picked me up put me on his shoulders. |
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I could see for miles. |
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He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing, |
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is not a mountain at all, |
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but a gentel slope leading home. |
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There are mountains |
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towering ahead. |
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He says to me "These are mine. |
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Hold my hand, you'll be fine" |
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I could see for miles. |
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He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing, |
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is not a mountain at all, |
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but a gentle slope leading home. |
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"The mountains are mine" |