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Climbing high to the mountain top
Reaching up to the sky above
Asking to myself, is this all there is?
Sailing into the ocean blue
Trying to find at least one clue
On a paper scrawled, is this all there is?
And they all came
To talk about it
They came to cry and laugh
And fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves, is this all there is?
Fifteen years on a sewing machine
Where twisted hands don't mean a thing
Wondering to herself, is this all there is?
Baby crying in an old tin cup
Wanting more but there's never enough
While her mother sighs, is this all there is?
And they all came
To talk about it
They came to cry and laugh
And fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves, is this all there is?
And they all came
To talk about it
They came to cry and laugh
And fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves, is this all there is?
Asking to themselves, is this all there is?
Asking to themselves, is this all there is?
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