| They don’t care about you and me, obviously
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| No not us, we’re the mountain people
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| So far away from those tree-lined streets
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| Look so neat, not for us
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| No fat chance, we’re the mountain people
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| They’ll seek us in the valley
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| They’ll seek us on the plain
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| They own the milk and runny honey
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| And they’re not quite the same, and we
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| Live together under fantasy oak trees
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| In the dark, we make sparks
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| So unique, we’re the mountain people
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| Curiosity comes to plead with me
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| Vanity strangles me, pulls me
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| Shakes me down, we’re the mountain people
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| They’ll seek us in the valley
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| They’ll seek us on the plain
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| They own the milk and runny honey
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| And they’re not quite the same, because
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| They don’t care about you and me, obviously
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| Hand-me-down culture
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| Waiting for the vulture
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| Yes, yes, yes, we’re the mountain people
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| Hibernation comes so early this year
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| Dig the peat, pile it high
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| Let it dry, one last chance at ignorance
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| No fat chance, we’re the mountain people
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| One short blast was followed by two longer ones
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| Short blast, long blast
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| Coming from the outcast
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| Put me in a deep freeze
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| And I’ll sneeze, with the mountain people
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| From a distance I can see them
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| Pacing (marching) upstream
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| Slowly, ruthlessly, and then steady
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| Nets and cages, open, ready
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| Long-term memory
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| Soothes me, worry me
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| Take me, break me
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| Any way you fancy
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| Deep freeze put me in it and I’ll sneeze
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| A deep freeze put me in it and I’ll sneeze
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| A deep freeze put me in it and I’ll sneeze
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| A deep freeze put me in it
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| (So I’ll make history) |