On top of a mountain top
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I stoop and thought one day
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I could really see a lot
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And if I had my way
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A lazy young sod I was
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So deep in love those days
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As if there was nothing was
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But only love I crave
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And so I didn't know as much
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Her loving touch amazed
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I was so gone with love
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The alphabet was a haze
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So alone as she pulls away
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The funeral truck I cried
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I gazed the clouds disappear
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Like a Lost Christmas that day
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And now I can't seem to cope
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But only hope - it be okay
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Just to see her again
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And we could be friends like way back when
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It's as if I'm already dead
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And in my grave I lay
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If only her love could save me now
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And if some how she'd stay
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Mountain Top
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| Daniel Johnston |
