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Mountain of mystery |
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Rising high above the clouds |
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Mountain of magic |
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Standin' tall and proud |
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Your magical veins flowin' silver and gold |
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Your cumulus cloud glows misty red |
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As Apollo sets beyond your head |
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Releasing the pressure built over the years |
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The mountain is crying hot lava tears |
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Molten rock created under |
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Vibrations of subterranean thunder |
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Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand |
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The mountain is givin' birth to the land |
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Birth to the land |
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Under your feet, you feel a rumble |
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As thousands of rocks |
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Are starting to tumble |
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Above the trees where the buzzard flies |
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Swirling vapors begin to rise |
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Beneath those misty peaks you hide |
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A tremendous force boiling deep inside |
