| She was always walking
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| Singing to her footsteps
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| Dirt ditch paths and pine cones
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| Digging up glass bottles
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| Rusty springs from feather beds
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| Old hubcaps on a picket fence
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| She planted beds of flowers
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| And stayed outside for hours
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| In spirit, she’s drifted to the ocean
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| All those years of waiting for the water
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| She’s watching long shadows call in the tide
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| But this sunset by the sea is in her mind
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| The sunset by the sea is in her mind
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| And she was always hoping
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| To someday leave the mountain
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| Domestic chores and children
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| The darkness of the winter
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| (And) painting all these mermaids
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| Wandering to the seashore
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| She wanted him to follow
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| But his heart is with the hillside
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| In spirit, she’s drifted to the ocean
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| All those years of waiting for the water
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| She’s watching long shadows call in the tide
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| But the sunset by the sea is in her mind
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| The sunset by the sea is in her mind
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| These days, you’ll find her walking
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| Singing to the deep sea
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| But she will always love him
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| Lost up in the mountain
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| The sun set on the ocean
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| Gathering shells and beach glass
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| And dancing with the rolling waves
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| It gives her piece of mind
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| But she will always love him
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| Lost up in the mountain
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| (But) she will always love him
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| Lost up in the mountain |