| There’s a legend of a lady on the mountain
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| Who lives alone beyond the mecca plain
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| And with her hands she makes it through the winter
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| She never goes against the grain
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| To be someone is to be someone alone
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| To be someone is known as solitude
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| To learn to sing below the surface
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| You must adjust your altitude
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| Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
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| We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound
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| She had a vision, and now she holds the key
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| You don’t know what you want, 'til you find out what you need
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| I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady
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| Called to me in a voice so soft and low
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| Her words resounded like a fountain of truth
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| And then she faded like a rainbow
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| Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth
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| Carved in stone, the queen of avatars
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| Where seventy children were given birth
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| She then returned back to the stars
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| Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
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| We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound
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| She can help us find our way and get across
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| You don’t know what you gained 'til you find out what you lost
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| Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain
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| And lead our people into the light of day
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| For they are lost and know not where they’re goin'
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| And all their leaders are cast in clay
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| Now disbelief and mass confusion
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| Spreading wild across the land
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| You can call it love or call it wisdom
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| To be not savin' a drowning man
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| Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
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| We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound
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| She can show us just where we went wrong
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| You don’t know where you’re goin' 'til you find where you belong |