| The mountain’s coming
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| He’s walking down your street
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| The mountain’s coming
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| He’s got wings on his feet
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| There’s two suns in the sky today
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| And one’s at your door
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| When you feed the mountain
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| He’s gonna feed you some more
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| And then you know, know, know know know know
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| Know there’s no time for heaven or hell, mm-mm
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| Just try to understand each other, baby
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| Down in that gravity well
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| Diablo’s coming
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| He’s gonna slap your face
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| He’s gonna feed you shit for breakfast
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| He’s gonna ask how it tastes
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| He’s a little punk
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| And he loves when he wins
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| He wants you chubby
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| So he can make you thin
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| No no no, no no no no, no
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| No time for heaven or hell
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| Let’s just try to understand each other baby
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| Down in that gravity well
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| Let’s go
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| You’re a little time bomb
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| You sure love your game
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| Your imagination is gonna
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| Drive me insane
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| I’m gonna join your circus
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| I’m gonna catch your train
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| You’re making my cock like a pistol on my side baby
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| Upside your brain
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| And then I said
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| No, no, no no no no, no
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| Little time for heaven or hell
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| You understand me
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| Let’s try to understand each other, baby
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| Down in that gravity well
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| Let’s try to understand each other, baby
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| Down in the gravity well |