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There's a legend of a lady on the mountain |
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Who lives alone beyond the mecca plain |
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And with her hands she makes it through the winter |
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She never goes against the grain |
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To be someone is to be someone alone |
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To be someone is known as solitude |
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To learn to sing below the surface |
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You must adjust your altitude |
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Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town |
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We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound |
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She had a vision, and now she holds the key |
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You don't know what you want, 'til you find out what you need. |
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I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady |
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Called to me in a voice so soft and low |
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Her words resounded like a fountain of truth |
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And then she faded like a rainbow |
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Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth |
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Carved in stone, the queen of avatars |
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Where seventy children were given birth |
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She then returned back to the stars |
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Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town |
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We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound |
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She can help us find our way and get across |
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You don't know what you gained 'til you find out what you lost. |
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Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain |
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And lead our people into the light of day |
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For they are lost and know not where they're goin' |
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And all their leaders are cast in clay |
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Now disbelief and mass confusion |
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Spreading wild across the land |
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You can call it love or call it wisdom |
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To be not savin' a drowning man. |
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Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town |
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We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hellbound |
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She can show us just where we went wrong |
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You don't know where you're goin' 'til you find where you belong. |