| There is a mystic in the mountain high above the Great Salt Lake
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| He’s dancin' in the heaven far below his golden gates
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| He’s lookin' at our cars below
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| And laughin' at our rock and roll
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| So I found a little woman, thought that I could change her name
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| She had the colour of the city and the fire of the country flame
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| So I hid my body down below, hoping that my skin won’t show
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| A mystic from the mountain and in the end what did you say we’d find
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| A promise from a pamphlet, a crucifixion on your highway sign
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| But I sold you for a cigarette, does it make you want to love me less
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| And if I don’t believe. |
| What does that mean?
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| And when I die alone, who will eat my soul
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| In the cave of God, while the angels watch
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| There’s a manic scream, hallelujah
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| Babe I know I lost you, the moment you could finally see
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| The part of me I’d hidden, far below our leather seats
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| If I could make you understand the empty that I tried to fill
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| I’d crucify my body, leave the pieces at your mystics heels
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| But I sold you for a cigarette
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| Hope you’d sell me off for less
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| And if we don’t agree
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| What does that leave
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| And when you die alone
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| I will eat your soul
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| In the cave of God
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| While the angels watch
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| There’s a manic scream hallelujah |