| There was a time when I flew higher
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| Was a time the wild girl running free would be me Now I see her, feel the fire
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| Now I know she needs me there to share
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| I’m nowhere
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| All these blank and tranquil years
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| Seems they’ve dried up all my tears
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| And while she runs free and fast
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| Seems my wild days are past
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| But I miss the mountains
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| I miss the dizzy heights
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| All the manic magic days
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| And the dark depressing nights
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| I miss the mountains
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| I miss the highs and lows
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| All the climbing, all the falling
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| All the while the wild wind blows
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| Stinging you with snow
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| And soaking you with rain
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| I miss the mountains
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| I miss the pain
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| Mountains make you crazy
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| Here it’s safe and sound
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| My mind is somewhere hazy
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| My feet are on the ground
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| Everything is balanced here
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| And on an even keel
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| Everything is perfect
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| Nothing’s real
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| Nothing’s real
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| And I miss the mountains
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| I miss lowly climb
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| Wandering through the wilderness
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| And spending all my time
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| Where the air is clear
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| And cuts you like a knife
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| I miss the mountains
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| I, I miss the mountains
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| I miss my life
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| I miss my life |