| That was the last New Year I’ll ever see
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| I wanna stay on that magic mountain
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| With lost souls and beautiful women
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| I drank some of Farmer’s potion
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| And we were moving in slow motion
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| The slower, the better
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| The slower, the better
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| 'Cause there’s no one old on magic mountain
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| There’s no one old, old on magic mountain
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| And that was the very last barn I’m burning
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| So for now everyone is dancing
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| As if it’s any time but the present
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| So for now every young thing in my path
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| I’ll hold their face so long inside my hands
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| The longer, the better
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| The longer, the better
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| 'Cause there’s no one old on magic mountain
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| There’s no one old, old on magic mountain
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| The wine has all been emptied, the smoke has cleared
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| As people file back to the valley
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| On the last night of life’s party
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| These days the years thin till I can’t remember
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| Just what it feels like to be young forever
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| So the longer I stay here
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| The longer there’s no future
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| So I’m growing old on magic mountain
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| I’m growing old, old on magic mountain |