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NARRATOR: |
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Behold the man, the stranger, the working man's son |
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He reflected the mountain |
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Now all souls can see what's been done |
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And the word spread fast as wild fire |
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But the people changed as the wind swept higher |
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And the crowd's got huge, man, you should've seen the choir |
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And in two years he made the cover of |
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Time The albino priest with the psychic mind "You wanna see Mr. Snow you better get in line" |
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He might've been fine - |
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He might've got through it |
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OK If not for the girl, when he saw her |
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I guess everything changed |
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And the loose in him wound up tight |
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And the flanks all faded in the failing light |
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And the needy people seemed an oversight |
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He knew about things he couldn't know |
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He knew about people and he told them so |
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But until he touched her he didn't know - |
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She let him know |
