Here we go now
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No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign
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On the roof of the world without apparent design
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The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise
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The air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard to find
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Up on a mountain encased in solar rays
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Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays
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Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring
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The conversation of impassive planets
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Intercepted by a human being
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Ratioclination is a practicable way to derive
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An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide
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Or maybe of the a theophany of flaming creosote in disguise
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The air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefined
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Up on a mountain encased in solar rays
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Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays
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Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring
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The conversation of impassive planets
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Intercepted by a human being
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Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night,
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Obscuring form and tracing faceless fears
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Of a suprahuman immensity in a patch of sand
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Or a raptors guileless shivering intensity,
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I'm only a visitor,
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And atom of atoms on a jutting red splattered synagogue of granite
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As it crouches literally in space,
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A frozen amoral giant gazing heavenward forever
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Let's go where the raptor goes to the mountain in a cosmic glow
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We'll have a genuine terrestrial show on a mountain - on a mountain
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Let's scan the horizon clean for any trace of human schemes
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And try to touch upon immortal themes on a mountain - on a mountain
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Beyond Electric Dreams
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| Bad Religion |
