| I am the wizard of this mountain
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| Come to see me in stress
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| And my crow he sits beside me
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| When you enter you blessed
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| Ya announce the name out in my home
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| I take my pride from my work
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| One look inside your eyes I see your personality quirks
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| I am the mystic of the valley
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| Spreading magick abroad
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| Reaching people far and wide
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| Astral projecting the stars
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| Cast the universal charge
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| Watch it light up the room
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| I make believe for you for me who had the need for that home
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| I take a piece of my pipe with a light to make it afternooney (?)
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| Take a piece of my strife burn it up by making something useful
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| I make music with my machines
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| Floating across the seas with every breath I breathe
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| In the heat of the daylight
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| Travel across the side-movement
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| Like a gypsie sharing the gift with passers by
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| In the heat of the moment, might pick myself some grass
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| Where I sit and reminisce about the beautiful past
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| Sit back with this weed and proceed to get key
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| It’s just me, a melancholy wizard wanna live right like
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| Make my general contribution
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| Take my space with retribution
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| Hermit-man lifestyle I’m choosin
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| Stay in background set amusement
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| Live my life on top of mountain
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| Fill my sound to those who call for it
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| Might as well be, alcoholic
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| Addict, fetish to feel accomplished
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| I’m the man, with staff in hand
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| Reaching out to foreign sands
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| Takin chances, makin advances
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| Invisibility increases ability
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| I take magick use it to make motion
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| Unwrap the package, out comes the potion
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| Feel it exert the work of my devotion
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| Feel the works emerge like tides of ocean
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| Pride is the potent quotient i’ll evoke when
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| Pens are juiced to infuse lines are soaked in
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| Paper is the pedestal, metal is the mind mass
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| Slicing sound waves, silver surfing the time wrap
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| Used to clack away we walk the earth
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| But gandalf moves through alternate universal
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| You can’t spot me but you can always catch me
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| Wandering the valley, headed back to the mountain
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| Creepin through alleys, lookin for the magick cauldron
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| Tragic emotion takes over, now mind’s frozen
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| Lookin for the lover of late night disposal
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| Take it in already but sleep-night controls you |