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climb, climb, i always climbout of bed in the morningon a mountain made of sandand i know this doesn't rhymebut the clutter on the tablehas been getting out of handi know that you tried to see me throughbut honey i'm still having troublefinding out what's youtime, time, it's so sublimewell they say it's non-existentbut it's playing with my mindand phone calls don't cost a dimein the caverns of your feelingswhere the sun will never shinei know that you tried to see me throughbut honey i'm still having troublefinding out what's youmine, mine, which things are mine?well i thought i saw a fewbefore i found out i was blindand i think i see a signand it's saying where to goand when i get there what i'll findi know that you tried to see me throughbut honey i'm still having troublefinding out what's you
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