Twenty years and my life is still || Trying to get up that great big hill of hope || For a destination ||And I realized quickly when I knew I should ||
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man ||
For whatever that means ||
And so I cry sometimes ||
When I'm lying in bed ||
Just to get it all out ||
What's in my head ||
And I am feeling a little peculiar ||
And so I wake in the morning ||
And I step outside ||
And I take a deep breath and I get real high ||
And I scream at the top of my lungs ||
What's going on ? ||
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