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If I could fuck a mountain |
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Lord, I would fuck a mountain |
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And I'd do it with a woman in the valley |
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If she lives in the valley |
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O, if she lives in the valley |
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The mighty, mighty valley of the sun |
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Yes, if she lives there quietly |
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And goes to bed there nightly |
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I'd tower over peaks and in the sky |
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Well, she comes tumbling to me |
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It seems every night there for me |
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With a different face and legs that will not quit |
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Now I'm waiting on a friend |
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To give me advice if |
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I ask him |
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And his presence will tell me what |
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I need to know |
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I would sell my belongings |
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In the mountains where she's living |
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Just to be there when she comes every morning |