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Climb, climb, I always climb
Out of bed in the morning on a mountain made of sand
And I know this doesn't rhyme
But the clutter on the table has been getting out of hand
I know that you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble find out what's you
Time, time, it's so sublime
Well they say it's non-existant but it's playing with my mind
And phone calls don't cost a dime
In a caverns of your feelings where the sun will never shine
Mine, mine, which things are mine?
Well I thought I saw a few before I found out I was blind
And I think I see a sign
And it's saying where to go and when I get there what I'll find
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