| Why don’t the mountains make me cry no more?
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| They don’t sing the way they did before
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| They’re just piles of stone
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| As dead as bones
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| Like corpses on a field of war
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| And they just don’t make me cry no more
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| And the highway’s like an old sad song
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| People moving through their lives alone
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| On the run from grace
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| From place to place
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| Like fugitives without a home
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| And the highway’s like an old sad song
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| And my heart is black as coal
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| It’s been mined and there ain’t no gold
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| It’s so dark in there
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| But I don’t care
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| I will lay down in the this empty hole
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| Where my heart is black as coal
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| And oh, there is nowhere left to go from here
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| I have fallen past the last frontier
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| But at the bottom of this well I hear you breathing
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| Love below me
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| Love around me
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| Love above me
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| Love has found me
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| Love has found me here
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| So lay me down
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| Oh, lay me down in a field of golden
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| Lay me down
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| Oh, lay me down in a field of golden
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| Lay me down (love above, love below me)
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| Oh, lay me down in a field of gold and green |