| Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain
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| There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived
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| Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
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| Obscured as it was by great clouds
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| Here they played out their peaceful lives
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| Innocent of the litany of excess and violence
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| That was growing in the world below
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| To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough
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| Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town
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| They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses
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| But no one noticed them, they only saw shadows
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| You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind
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| Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
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| Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
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| Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head
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| Now everybody dancing, the dance of the dead
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| The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead
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| In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain
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| And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable, sincerity and beauty
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| By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest
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| The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things
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| And soon they began to mine the mountain
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| Its rich seam, fueling the chaos of their own world
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| Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly
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| Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls
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| Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain
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| Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
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| And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
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| holes began to appear
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| Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the
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| Monkey
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| For the first time
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| The Happyfolk felt fearful
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| For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep
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| And then came a sound, distant first
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| It grew into castrophany
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| So immense it could be heard far away in space
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| There were no screams, there was no time
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| The mountain called Monkey had spoken, there was only fire
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| And then… nothing
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| O little town in U.S.A., your time has come to see
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| There’s nothing you believe you want
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| But where were you when it all came down on me?
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| Did you call me? |
| No… |