| Walk 5 feet above the mountain
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| The landscape remains the same
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| Walk 5 feet below the ground
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| The landscape is unchanged
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| I know my home’s eroding
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| The mountain rise again
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| I’ve seen the ocean rising
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| only the stones remain
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| I’ve heard the Titan stirring
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| I don’t know who to blame
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| This water tastes like wine
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| This water tastes like turpentine
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| I didn’t travel all this way
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| Just to leave a trail of tears behind
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| I didn’t travel all this way
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| Just to drag a tail behind
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| I didn’t travel all this way
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| Just to leave my hands and nails behind
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| Everybody prays that
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| The rain will shatter the dam
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| The water will turn the mortar to sand
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| The engineers have done All they can
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| But we’re damned
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| Little lost lamb
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| I’ve done all I can
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| The barn door has blown shut
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| And the brook is rising up
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| To move, to breath
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| We must cherish these
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| We have these things like feet
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| The townies saw a monster
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| But the monster saw a man
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| The coroner’s report found a flower in his hand
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| Before pitchforks and torches
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| Ferdinand made his last stand
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| The farmer dropped his sword
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| And went back to his plow
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| The children it had frightened
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| Were even more scared now
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| The minister and mayor told the people to be proud
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| And when they went to bed
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| They tossed and turned all night
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| But when the sun came up
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| They never saw the light
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| And when the worms had finished them
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| They knew that they were right
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| This mountain has a mind of its own |