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My boots got the grip, my hands got the dirt
The Sun might just fade away
We better hurry up
The plan wasn’t never to stand up this bold
Perhaps I should then finish this
Before I get too old
This view makes me think 'bout the arrange of the stars
Things are not just things
And now I came this far
Here the rules of a desk don't apply
The statement of a blank page
It's burnt into my eyes
The wind blows my hair
Your voice is everywhere
Shivers and snow ahead
A toast to God, and I stare
The harder the way seems to be at the start
The harder my chest feels the beat of my heart
Tears run my soul and wash out my worse
I smile, I choke and I thank the universe
The pain and the sweat remind me I'm alive
My arms and my legs that will get me to climb
Further and higher so my spirit flies
My mind and my body fall into the sky
The wind blows my hair
Your voice is everywhere
Shivers and snow ahead
A toast to God, and I stare