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(ahhhh) One counts the coins to buy tomorrow's bread
One dreams of leather seats and silver threads
One fears to lose the breath they never owned
While one sits silent on a quiet throne
We climb different hills,
but look at the same sky
Some chase the dust,
some learn how to fly
One locks the door to count the debts they owe
One walks the fire,
paying what they grow
We climb different hills... (ahhhh)