There's a man on the mountain
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Who hides himself away
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A voice on the wind there
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Is telling him to stay
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He knows on the outside
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The world has looked away
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From that night in the valley
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When they took them all away
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Now the rock of ages
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Has broken at his feet
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The history of centuries
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Lies scattered down the street
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The houses are all empty now
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Left broken there to die
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The children's playground
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Burned and gone
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With no-one left to cry
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Can you hear it
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Can you hear the sound of voices
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Carried on the wind
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He dorwned himself in sorrow
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And he dorwned himself in drink
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He dorwned himself in self-pity
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Until it made him sick
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He knew he was no master
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Just a slave to himself
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To the voices that have tortured him
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That he'll take to his grave
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Can you hear it
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Can you hear the sound of voices
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Carried on the wind
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Time passes slowly
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Sometimes he's at a loss
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And he wishes he could change it all
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But you can't turn back the clock
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So he picks up the broken pieces
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Of that so sacred rock
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And he takes them to a safer place
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Where they'll be forever lost.
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Voices On The Wind
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| The Levellers |
