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Scratching away at the surface of the deck
It's a game, but you're nervous of your neck
Taking the same old jokers from the pack
It's all play, but you're begging me to attack
Moulding the clay into pottery in your hands
In a day you'll be breaking it into sand
Taking a hand to your body, as though you care
It's the land that's containing you, till it tears
Shining a light on the boundary of the peak
It's not right, but you know that it's what you need
Starting the climb with supplies that are on the cheap
It's not wise, but you know that it's all you see