Down from the mountain
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Running wild through the trees
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A crystal glimour,
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rolling along so effortlessly.
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Trickled down from the country
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But the city sucked it in and spit it out
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Now the gravity pulls you
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to the curb side now and it's getting light...
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And it's too soon, too fast..
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And now they're never gonna last...
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Standing water,
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standing to close to the sun
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with your rainbow run-off,
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you're like a sitting duck waiting for the summer rain to come.
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I was at low-life in the hotlands,
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I was barely living up to the standard undemands,
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I had run out of reasons to let myself believe in anything,
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I wanted to phone home so many times but I'm never giving in,
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you know dreams never die.
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Standing Water
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| Soul Asylum |
