| by Carole King &Toni Stern
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| I’m holding my hand out, keeping my head high,
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| Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
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| When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
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| I’m going to stay up there as long as I can.
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| And look down,
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| Dig in the sights all around,
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| Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
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| And look down and look in.
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| And my mind sends me reeling, breathing and feeling,
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| I remember the time when I tried to come clean,
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| But my interests collided, besides I was misguided,
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| And who do you confide in when you trip on a dream?
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| And look down,
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| Dig in the sights all around,
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| Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
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| And look down and look in.
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| If you want to come with me and tell me what you see,
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| Just step in beside me and do what you want,
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| And you may see clearly, though it sometimes is lonely,
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| To be free is the only possession that counts.
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| I’m holding my hand out, I’m keeping my head high,
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| Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
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| When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
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| I’m going to stay up there as long as I can.
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| Dig in the sights all around,
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| Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
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| And look down,
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| And look down,
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| And look down,
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| Look down,
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| Look down,
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| Look down,
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| Hold on, I’m coming. |