Sundance Head - The Climb Lyrics
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The Climb
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What Are The Lyrics For The Climb By Sundance Head?
I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming, But there's a voice inside my head saying, "You'll never reach it" Every step I'm takin' Every move I make feels lost with no direction, My faith is shakin' But I, I gotta keep tryin' Gotta keep my head held high There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose It ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side Oh, it's the climb The struggles I'm facing The chances I'm taking Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I'm not breaking And I may not know it, But these are the moments That I'm gonna remember most I just gotta keep goin', And I, I gotta be strong Just keep on pushing on, 'Cause There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose It ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side Oh, it's the climb There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometime's I'm gonna have to lose It ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side Oh, it's the climb Oh, it's the climb |
Who Wrote The Climb By Sundance Head?
Jessica Leigh Alexander, Jon Clifton Mabe
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What's The Duration Of The The Climb By Sundance Head?The duration of The Climb is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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