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There was a lady on the mountain |
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Eyes up [?] in the sun |
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Hair flow down my shoulders like the river |
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I can see chance, move up and down |
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Started calling out |
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She was calling out to you |
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You recall it now, she was calling out to you |
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You gotta do right by your woman |
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As she'll do right by you |
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Walking [?] |
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She can't find the light she need within |
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You can hear her ego on the mountain side |
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Awful singing feeling you can't swing |
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She was calling out |
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She was calling out to you |
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You hear her calling now |
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She was calling out to you |
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You gotta do right by your woman |
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As she'll do right by you |
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She was calling out |
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She was calling out to you |
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You hear her calling now |
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Calling out to you |
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You gotta do right by your woman |
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As she'll do right by you |
