| Here now the trouble I’m finding
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| The mountain I am climbing
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| Keeps moving out from under
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| There’s nothing I mind when I find
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| My mountain has gotten up to leave
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| And would have left if it weren’t for me
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| As the sinister alphabet
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| That makes his first scene
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| Decked out to the nines
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| Arrows in ventricles say what they mean
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| As they whisper you troubles
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| You wish for her
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| Now don’t say you don’t
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| Oh really I can’t, I won’t
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| It’s not your monsters that I mind
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| Now with the wallet I am missing
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| The bird you’re velvet fisting
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| Or licking off some make-up
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| Ain’t no new one-trick pony
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| Behind my old door
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| But man, there man
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| He don’t know where you’ve been
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| And if I would share
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| Would it be cool with him
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| As the sinister alphabet
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| Crashes my scene
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| Decked out to the nines
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| While ale in my oatmeal
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| Has made me quite mean
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| As they whisper your troubles
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| You wish for her (sounds like you miss her)
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| Now don’t say you don’t
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| Oh really I can’t, I won’t
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| It’s not your monsters that I mind
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| Oh baby, you’re better
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| I’ve packed up my bad vibe
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| So tell me is it really different when the light
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| Is tinted to the point you only see
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| A rosy shadow of the sea
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| Here better can’t make your life better
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| And you have everything you need
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| Boxed up your beauty, gone to sleep
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| Out like the lady in his arms
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| Go tell daddy what is wrong
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| There was this trouble I was finding
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| The mountain I was climbing
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| Kept going away
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| And finally went away
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| Far away are all the years
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| You were my little girl of the World
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| Far away are all the years you were… |