| Coming down from the mountain
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| I have seen the high and mighty
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| I will go again someday
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| But for now I’m coming down
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| Coming down from the mountain
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| I have seen the lofty glory
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| I will go again someday
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| But for now I’m coming down
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| I have seen their information
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| On the lighter side of dumbness
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| I have heard the new statistics
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| And the stomping on the ground
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| Picking slowly up the rockslide
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| One thing always seems apparent
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| If the climb becomes too much
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| I can always turn around
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| Waking up from my slumber
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| To misunderstand another
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| Though they call it terra firma
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| It dissolves beneath my feet
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| Looking through a pile of garbage
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| For some worthless piece of paper
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| That’s been hidden there for me To give meaning to my day
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| Going down to the desert
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| To the dirty filthy desert
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| I’ll be crawling through the sand
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| For at least a couple days
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| Going down to the desert
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| Ther are things owrth avoiding
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| And it always makes me cross
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| When those things get in my way.
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| Coming down from the mountain
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| I have seen the high and mighty
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| I will go again someday
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| But for now I’m coming down
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| Coming down from the mountain
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| I have seen the lofty glory
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| I will go again someday
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| But for now I’m coming down |