How do you kill a mountain
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How do you make it fall
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Well you chip away
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Every day
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And soon the clay
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Will fade away
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And the hole you've dug
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In the dream you hug
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Will be like a bug
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In your ear
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Can't you hear.
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How do you kill the sunshine
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How do you turn it out
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Well you close your eyes
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To the cries
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And the lies
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In the law's disguise
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And the light will fade
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In the evenin' shade
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Which is only made
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By the sun
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Are you dumb.
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How do you kill the ocean
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How do you make it dry
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Well you first dilute
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Then pollute
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Cut the fruit
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At the root
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And the ocean's floor
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Will be like a whore
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Who will lie no more
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'cause she's dead
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Use your head.
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How do you kill the country
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How does she disappear
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Well you trade your tent
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In for rent
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That will be spent
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On poured cement
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And the things that grew
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When the earth was new
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Which have nurtured you
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Will be gone
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Blow your horn.
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How do you kill an idea?
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Questions
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| Bobby Darin |
