This old mountain side
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Where we used to reside
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Is slowly recalling
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The things we discovered inside
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Oh the crystal caves
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We shed both our jackets
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And I hammered brackets
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From old metal chairs
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To the walls, a crude set of stairs
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To lead us down
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And you tied a rope
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To the steepening slope
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A jerry rigged harness
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So we could descend in the dark
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But the tide came in
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And we found ourselves in the sea
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Deep under water
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We both found that we could still breathe
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So we spent the day submerged
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And we swam the evening away
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[Musical break]
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The water was clear
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Like the pure atmosphere
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As we kicked and fluttered
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Through caverns all cluttered with age
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In the afterglow
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We swim hand and hand
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Over white satin sand
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And you left a ribbon
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To honor the pale gibbon moon
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But that was years ago
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And we never came up for air
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Down there
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We can go anywhere
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The old world was dying
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While we took our flying
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Like peregrine falcons
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Beneath the transparent blue waves
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Far below the surf
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And we spent the hours
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With submarine flowers
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I knew I'd remember
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That day in November
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As we
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Felt alive again
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Cuz we found ourselves in the sea
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Deep underwater
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We both found that we could still breathe
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So we spent the day submerged
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And we swam the evening away
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We swam the evening away
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