You and me, we got to go somewhere,
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Somewhere where there's air to breathe,
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Even though we can't see daylight,
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Somehow we can feel the breeze, oh no,
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Gonna be there someday - oh, gonna make it some way - oh.
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Climbing cross the hills on pathways,
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Where wiser men would fear to tread,
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The air itself seems made from treacle,
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Our shoes they feel they're made from lead, oh no,
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Gonna be there someday - oh, gonna make it some way - oh, oh.
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I got to know how you feel,
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Got to know who you are,
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Got to know from where you come,
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You and me got nowhere to go,
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Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide,
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Ways appear, then disappear forever, all around.
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We wander down between the houses,
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Then walk among the fields again,
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If we always keep on moving
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We know we'll get there in the end, oh no,
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Gonna be there someday - oh, gonna make it some way - oh, oh.
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I'm gonna be there someday - oh, gonna make it some way - oh, oh.
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K2
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Tony Banks |