| I was lost out in the mountains
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| And I had run out of provisions
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| I had one drop left in my deerskin
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| And I had come to my last decision
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| Should I lie down
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| Oh, should I lie down
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| Or should I be laid down
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| I had set out in the first place
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| From what I gathered from rumored hearsay
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| I heard of treasure in a high cave
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| On the northern slopes of the coast range
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| So I climbed up
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| Oh, so I climbed up
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| But I didn’t know how to climb down
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| So I wandered through the foliage
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| I came across my own tracks and I became discouraged
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| And then at long last I found a cavern
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| I crawled inside and I lit my lantern
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| And it was all there
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| Oh, it was all there
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| Just like they told me it would be there
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| I was lost out in the mountains
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| I had no water nothing to eat
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| So I drank the soil from a golden chalice
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| I gritted precious stones between my teeth
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| And I regretted my lonesome palace
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| I should have never listened to others' tales
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| All I had left was a priceless ballast
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| To hold me down from the howling gales
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| And in my mouth there burned a fire
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| I was dying of a long long draught
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| But then a voice whistled across the mouth of my cavern
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| And it said to me it said that without a doubt
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| You will settle
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| You will settle by the water before this is over
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| This is over
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| This is over
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| This is over
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| This is over
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| All my life I’ve spent wasting time, wasting my time
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| Just to forget again but I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| I’ll just take my medicine and I’ll be fine, I will be fine
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| I’ll be fine |