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There's a man on the mountain |
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Who hides himself away |
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A voice on the wind there |
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Is telling him to stay |
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He knows on the outside |
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The world has looked away |
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From that night in the valley |
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When they took them all away |
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Now the rock of ages |
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Has broken at his feet |
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The history of centuries |
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Lies scattered down the street |
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The houses are all empty now |
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Left broken there to die |
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The children's playground |
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Burned and gone |
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With no-one left to cry |
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Can you hear it |
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Can you hear the sound of voices |
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Carried on the wind |
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He dorwned himself in sorrow |
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And he dorwned himself in drink |
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He dorwned himself in self-pity |
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Until it made him sick |
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He knew he was no master |
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Just a slave to himself |
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To the voices that have tortured him |
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That he'll take to his grave |
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Can you hear it |
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Can you hear the sound of voices |
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Carried on the wind |
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Time passes slowly |
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Sometimes he's at a loss |
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And he wishes he could change it all |
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But you can't turn back the clock |
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So he picks up the broken pieces |
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Of that so sacred rock |
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And he takes them to a safer place |
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Where they'll be forever lost. |
