| Stonecutters made them from stones
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| Chosen specially for you and I
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| Who will live inside
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| The mountaineers gathered timber
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| Piled high
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| In which to take along
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| Traveling many miles, knowing they’d get here
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| When they got here, all exhausted
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| On the roof leaks they got started
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| And now when the rain comes
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| We can be thankful
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| Ooh aah ooh
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| When the mountaineers
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| Saw that everything fit, they were
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| Glad and so they took off
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| Thought we were due for
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| A change or two
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| Around this place
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| When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with
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| The village used to be all one really needs
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| Now it’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of
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| Chemicals that mostly surround you
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| You wish to flee but it’s not like you
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| So listen to me, listen to me
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| Oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes
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| We will step outside
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| We will not find another man in sight
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| We like the newness, the newness of all
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| That has grown in our garden, struggling for so long
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| Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name had changed into something
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| more productive like Roscoe
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| Been born in 1891
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| Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline
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| Thought we were due for
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| A change or two
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| Around this place
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| When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with
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| They roamed around and foraged
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| They made their house from cedars
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| They made their house from stone
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| Oh, they’re a little like you, and
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| They’re a little like me
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| We have all we need
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| Thought we were due for
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| A change or two
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| Around this place
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| (This place)
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| (This place)
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| When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with
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| (When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with) |