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Climbing high to the mountain top
Reaching up to the sky above
Asking to myself
Is this all there is
Sailing into the ocean blue
Trying to find at least one clue
On a paper scrawled
Is this all there is
And they all came to talk about it
They came to cry and laugh and fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is
15 years on a sewing machine
Where twisted hands don't mean a thing
Wondering to herself
Is this all there is
Baby crying in an old tin cup
Wanting more but there's never enough
While her mother sighs
Is this all there is
And they all came to talk about it
They came to cry and laugh and fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is
And they all came to talk about it
They came to cry and laugh and fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is
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