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This must be a slow death that I'm travelin on
It feels so wrong, I'm barely holdin' on...

See no matter what it takes, I've gotta get it together

And these hills that I'm travelin' up
She ain't showin me love
I'm down on my love


But I keep climbing and hoping things would change
And the sky turns gray, and the water from the rain washes progress away.
It's like moving mountains...