| Na na na na…
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| Over on the other side of the mountain
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| There is that fountain, I’ve been searching for
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| Searching for so long, so long
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| That’s where righteousness will always flow
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| Togetherness will ever grow
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| So we no want no pickpocket over there
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| Say you can’t run no rocket over there, oh no.
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| An' say your hands and your heart got be clean
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| To reach the other side of the mountain
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| Say your hands and your heart got be clean
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| To reach the other side of the mountain
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| I an I shall be like sounding brass and tinkling cymbals
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| With gifts of mysteries to remove mountains et cetera et cetera
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| Music, flowers and children will be there
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| That’s where ev’ryone will get their equal share
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| Say we nah want no warmongers over there
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| No gossiper, no traitor will be there
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| Say your hands and your heart got be clean
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| To reach the other side of the mountain…
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| I an I shall be like sounding brass and tinkling cymbals
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| With gifts of mysteries to remove mountains et cetera et cetera… |