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Lyrics: A-Ha. Analogue. Holyground.

Take your pride and lift it high
I've come to say goodbye
You've got your live and I've got mine
Sometimes hard to draw that line

I like to walk and my way is my own
You taught me how, don't you know

And there must be some place to meet
I'll take off my shoes, I'll walk bare-foot when I do
Standing there in front of you
I want to be honest, I want to be true

I like to walk and my way is my own
You taught me how, don't you know what we found

Brother maybe, we're on holy ground
Brother, take your pride and lift it high
Take your pride and lift it high
There must be some [Incomprehensible]

I must leave without you
Good advice, I grow stronger
Where the mountains rise

Standing there in front of you
I want to honest, I want to be true
In front of you

Brother, take your pride and lift it high
And I praise you
There must be some [Incomprehensible]
We're on holy ground

Brother, take your pride and lift it high
Take your pride and lift it high
There must be some [Incomprehensible]

And I praise you
Take your pride and lift it high
I'm here to save the ground