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So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it (So high you can't get over it) This is a chance

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Did you find your directing sign On the straight and narrow highway Would you mind a reflecting sign? Just let it shine within your mind
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Geological discovery: The journey starts here
Geological discovery: The journey starts here
You had no?
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