| He was burning through the winter
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| A little fever down in the cellar left him bleeding from brow
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| And all the water from the river for the burning couldn’t keep him from the
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| poisoning now
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| Oh he took it so hard on the chin
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| It was winter that would do him in
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| For he went wild as the wolves and ran into the snow covered clouds
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| So that he could see that the whole world was breaking down
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| All the wealthy and all the waring they get a ticket
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| To ride a rail into the underground
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| All the righteous and all the tilling are celebrating
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| A time for making such a beautiful sound
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| They were raised by an old mountain man
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| Sprouting seeds from the skin of his hand
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| One day growing a tree so that he could climb up through the clouds
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| So that they could see that the whole world was breaking down
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| All the mountain miners reaching for the gold and the deeper They will go in
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| that hellfire mountain hole
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| And the only barter they know is the price of each one of their souls
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| And the only practice they know rid that old mountain man from his home
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| Oh a debt for each one of your sins
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| It’s your own hand that will do you in
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| And there’s no one to save you
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| When the whole world is breaking down
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| And you know you’ll be spinning
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| When the whole world is breaking down |