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How being at the bottom can bring you up higher than you were before. |
| I. Sweet is the music that flows from the valley To the top of my hill, to the top of my hill. Sour is the moment as I wake up and see Which is never a thrill, which is never a thrill. But excusing me for just a moment, Allow me to escape this perpetual torment. II. Sweeter is the music being down in the valley From the top of my hill, from the top of my hill. Ever sour was the torment of my soul and body With it's power to kill, with it's power to kill. And now with what you know, escape your torment. Come and be with me, for only a moment! |