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Somebody's shouting up at a mountain |
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Only my own words return |
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Nobody's up there, it's a deception |
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When will |
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I ever learn? |
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I'm alone here |
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With emptiness, eagles and snow |
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Unfriendliness chilling my body |
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And whispering pictures of home |
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Wondering blindly how can they find me? |
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Maybe they don't even know |
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My body is shaking anticipating |
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The call of the black footed crow |
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I'm alone here |
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With emptiness, eagles and snow |
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Unfriendliness chilling my body |
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And counting with pictures of home |
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Here in this prison of my own making |
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Year after day |
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I have grown |
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Into a hero but there's no worship |
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Where have they hidden my thrown? |
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I'm alone here |
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With emptiness, eagles and snow |
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Unfriendliness chilling my body |
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And screaming out pictures of home |
