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Ransom Notes - sohn |
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There was a time |
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When the mountains kept their place |
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They stood in line |
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And they waited back the gaze |
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No one could see |
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No terrain now is a rock |
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No feet could find |
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Near the heart of old road bluff |
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The hills are worn |
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The place about growing pains |
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The earths are closed |
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The mountains had their way |
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The kids have grown |
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And they watched it from above |
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Now I'm alone |
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And I see no way to run |
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We float on the breeze |
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We are held to a ransom |
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We are bones on the riffs |
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Waiting for the waves, the waves |
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We float on the breeze |
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We are held to a ransom |
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We are bones on the riffs |
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Waiting for the waves, the waves |
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We float.. |
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Ohh~(We are bones) |
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We float |
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We are bones |
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We float on the breeze |
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We are held to a ransom |
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We are bones on the riffs |
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Waiting for the waves(the wave..) |