| Up on over the mountain, where it’s keep or stay
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| Causing all that racket boy, they been doing that all day
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| And if you could find one
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| Wouldn’t take him on
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| 'Cause those boys are as clever now as the day is long
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| But he who holds the north wall
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| Is gonna' save his mortal kin
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| Back from the eastern wars they tell you what they’ve seen
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| Mountains melt for dreadful armies and a new man machine
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| And the days they are retreating just as the condor steals his keep
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| And it’s taking me over
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| It’s taking me over
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| It’s taking me over
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| It’s taking me over
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| (Don't you see)
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| We’re all useless, here in your new society
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| Estranged in our own land
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| On the earth of our father’s hand we swear
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| To remember that were not alone child
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| Up on over the mountain East to the end
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| These eyes are fit for the fair and the knowledge of all men
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| But let you be forewarned from North to South
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| Whatever your burn is yours and no one else
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| Beyond the seventh hour
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| And takin' beyond the silent shade
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| Take your leave young prowler
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| And takin' beyond the balance made
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| It’s takin' me over
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| This crowd of hollowed mirth
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| It’s taking me over
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| (Don't you see)
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| We’re all useless here in your new society
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| Estranged in our own land
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| On the earth of our father’s hand
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| We swear to remember
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| That we’re not alone, child
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| We’re not alone, child
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| We’re not alone, child |