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On a mountain up north |
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I will build a small house |
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Made all of wood, stone and straw |
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I'll let nobody in |
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Neither family nor friends |
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Nor the postman can come |
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And this escape can't keep going on |
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'Cause I can't take it no more |
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I'm not so strong |
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I will sit there and stare |
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When the ocean runs wild |
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Until I forget your name |
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Then I'll burn up the straw |
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Take it down stone by stone |
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And make a raft of the wood |
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And this escape can't keep going on |
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'Cause I can't take it no more |
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I'm not so strong |
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On a mountain up north |
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I will build a small house |
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Until I forget your name |
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And this escape can't keep going on |
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'Cause I can't take it no more |
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I'm not so strong |
