| We got lost on the Blue Ridge Parkway
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| I followed you up a three mile summit
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| I’m reminded of a time on Mount St. Helens
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| It could’ve been the acid on our tongue
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| But all the trees growing there looked the same
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| Your love is a mountain rising up through the surface
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| I was thinking to myself, watching you climb
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| Then finally we made it to the top as the sun set
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| Such a beautiful view, but we had to move on
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| 'Cause we were walking through the night
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| We got lost on a mountain top
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| We got lost on a mountain top
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| You know, sometimes you just got to get out town with your girl
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| So you hit I-26, you drive up to the mountains
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| You get yourself a national park campsite
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| When you get there, there’s all these motherfuckers there
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| Too many people around, you can’t even hear yourself think
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| They got their kids running around, crying, chasing each other with sticks
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| So all of a sudden, you’re sitting around looking at each other
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| And you say, hey baby, how about we go get lost?
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| If you step up right with me we could put |
| And we could dance with the trees, dance with the trees
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| We could look at the sky
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| That’s what happened in this story, y’all
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| (We got lost on a mountain top
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| We got lost on a mountain top
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| We got lost on a mountain top
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| We got lost on a mountain top
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| We got lost on a mountain top
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| We got lost on a mountain top)
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| Somewhere between sanity and everything we left behind
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| That we may never see again |