You come down from the mountain
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They lose your scent in the fountain
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You cross over, cross over and make it big
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Women whistle while they work
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And men make sense when they prevail
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From debtor's jail, you have never looked so beautiful, no
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"Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter
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"You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn."
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The elegant attack, the omnivorous, but careful, strokes
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The forger's folks are proud of their son
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He has traded beauty in for fun
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From a sick bed I read the nurse's notes you took the night before
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You made the signs come alive
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You made me strive for the door, ah
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"Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter
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"You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn."
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"Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter
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"You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn." Oh
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You come down from the mountain
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You lose the dogs through the fountain
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You cross over, you cross over and you win
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The Crossover
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| Destroyer |
