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    You'll need some kind of saint
    To pull those impure thoughts right out of your head
    Love that poor complexity
    You wouldn't want it any other way

    (2X)
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more

    A little bit...

    Trust me and you'll discern
    De-fibrillated hearts with every pulse
    We march on to file in
    The backwards circle right above our heads

    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more

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    A little bit...

    (2X)
    Don't stop, Don't stop
    Don't stop ,Don't stop

    We've had to cross the line
    Despite the fact our feet dipped in the fire
    We pressured a bull again
    Then shake your tambourines into the dark
    You need some kind of saint
    To pull those impure thoughts right out your head
    Like that poor complexity
    You wouldn't want it any other way

    (4X)
    Climbing on, climbing aboard (don't stop)
    Giving it a little bit more (don't stop)
    Climbing on, climbing aboard (don't stop)
    Giving it a little bit more (don't stop)

    (Yeah...)

    (4X)
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more

    A little bit...

    (2X)
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more
    Climbing on, climbing aboard
    Giving it a little bit more

    Song details

    Composition: Edward Gibson, Edward David Macfarlane, and Jack Savidge

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