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Somewhere, out there
Beneath the star-filled sky
Someone's thinking of me
And hunting me, tonight
Somewhere, out there
A steep volcano called Doom
Fiery pit waiting for me
To throw the Ring into...
And even thogh I know how very small my chances are
To reach the pit without the Nazgul swooping from afar,
At least I have Sam with me to make me coney stews
And Smeagol, though he eats it raw, he fishes for us
too.
Somewhere, out there
The Fellowship's trailing behind
They'll find us when i's over
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true.