Sounds of the crash can be heard
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Echoing all through the years winding streams
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Calm isolation to sweet penetration
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Living on from beat to beat
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Her hairnet would hang on his chin
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Buzzes her world from inside her key
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Boistered from beers, the celibate fears
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Can not be late or his PA
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Welcome to the human race
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Down from the mountain now
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[0:50] Into the valley of mine
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Down from the mountain now
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They whisper "good for you"
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As the snow starts to fall
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Made crystal clear, clearer than glass
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??? may have found the piece of his skin
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In London like footsteps in wait
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Stained in stone to the sky
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Everything there ??? [1:20] (including the toe)
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Laughter hides, beckons the spy
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???
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Where there's a sweat of the cold
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What a way from your loneliness
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That old the cage now with the wrist
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Down from the mountain
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Though it's been good for you
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As the snow starts to fall
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Made crystal clear, clearer than glass
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Join in an air from the peaks of the snear
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In London the footsteps in line
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Living on from peak to peak
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Peak To Peak
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| Peter Koppes |
