| Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer
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| In the hills and highlands
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| I fall asleep in hospital parking lots
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| And awake in your mouth
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| Hello Seattle, I am a manterey
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| Deep beneath the blue waves
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| I’ll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound
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| And construct a summer home.
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| Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon
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| Shining down on your face
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| I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill
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| And descend inside of you
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| Hello Seattle, I am a cold seahorse
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| Feeling warm in your sand
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| I sing about the tide and the ocean surf
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| Rolling in the evening breeze
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| Hello Seattle, I am an albatross
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| On the docks and your boats
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| I sail above your inlets and interstates
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| Through the rain and open wind
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| Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse
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| Throwing beams of bright lights
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| Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun
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| Taken heed from everyone
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| Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer
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| In the hills and highlands
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| I fall asleep in hospital parking lots
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| Take me above your light
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| Carry me through the night
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| Hold me secure in flight
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| Sing me to sleep tonight
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| Take me above your light (Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer)
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| Carry me through the night (In the hills and highlands)
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| Hold me secure in flight (I fall asleep in hospital parking lots)
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| Sing me to sleep tonight |