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Falling silent again
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Silent again
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It turns like a key
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Turns like a key in a lock
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Turning at last
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Turning
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We spring one too many leaks
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One too many leaks
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Taking on too much water
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It comes as no surprise
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No surprise,
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We're wearing thin
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We're wearing.
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There's that old house of colours again.
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Just a trickle from a rock
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Your hidden spring
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Just a trickle from a rock
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And there's the River Joy.
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Dancing again
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Well those days on the mountain
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I remember so well
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like walking around in the ring of a bell.
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Yeah those days on the mountain I remember so well.
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Our clothes? Our clothes always clean
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there's nothing to tell,
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Those days on the mountain
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I remember so well
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Like walking around in the ring of a bell
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Walking around in the ring of a bell.
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Days On The Mountain
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| Tom Verlaine |
