I stared at the mountain, the mountain stared at me
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I couldn¡¯t hold its gaze, I couldn¡¯t bare what I might see
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Tell Mary I never chose to come but all too late
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This time the time has chosen me
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The fields of ice are blinding white
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The crystal light so piercing ? there¡¯s no air for us to breathe
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Too close to the sun
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Burning up, bleaching out
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Too close to the sun
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The calling¡¯s always been the same
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To the source of light and beauty cast upon our lives
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And desert hieppies, warrior monks, addicts all
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Staring out from hollowed eyes
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With melting wax and feathers falling
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And far below the old world turning sad and slow
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Too close to the sun
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Burning up, bleaching out
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Too close to the sun
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Sweat cold upon my skin and pounding in my chest
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Reaching out to touch
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too high, too far, too fast, too much
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Too close to the sun
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Too Close To The Sun
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| New Model Army |
