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owuwoah uhuwoah uhoah
you're living in the algae bed
soaking up the sunlight
fester in the day time hours
boy, you never sleep at night
and there is a cure for this
and it starts with one deep breath
but the air was never sweet enough
oh, the air was never sweet
owuwoah uhuwoah uhoah
i know it's with me in the (truck/trunk?)
and it's with me on the sidewalk
and i know it when you turn me down
i know it's with me all year round
and i know this is a weakness
and i know the darkness here
but the air was never sweet enough
oh, the grass was never green
owuwoah uhuwoah uhoah
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Oh the mountain top Oh the visions stop
And I will reap the locust crop cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the mountain top oh the bleedings stopped
And down goes the hatchet on the chopping block
Cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the human race Oh, the prophet's face
And all gods people fond their place
cus I love you like a mountain
And out in the woods lighting struck
And I saw death in the eye of a buck
Tied to tree drown in the muck
Everything had changed
We grew up with the birds and the bees
We'd go swimming We'd climb trees
We would skate when the ice would freeze
We came up the same
We were both the same
Oh the mountain top Oh the visions stop
And I will reap the locust crop cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the mountain top Oh, Bleeding stopped
And I will reap the locust crop cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the human race, Oh the devil's face
And all gods creatures find their place
And I love you like a mountain
And I love you like a mountain
And I love you like a mountain
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The immigrant child
The refugee tent
The only thing worse
Is a salesman's breath
The right hand God
The Devil's left
And I'm driving Satan's van
For the sake of France
And I'll beat the dead horse
And I'll beat the dead horse
And I'll beat the dead horse
Oh…
Oh…
Oh…
And I'll beat the dead horse back to life
I'll beat the dead horse back to life
And I'm pissing in the wind, painting white on white
And I will beat the dead horse back to life
I'll beat the dead horse back to life
I will beat the dead horse back to life
I'm pissing in the wind, painting white on white
And I will beat the dead horse back to life
I will beat the dead horse back to life
I will beat the dead horse back to life
I'm pissing in the wind, painting white on white
And I will beat the dead horse back to life
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One night, the leaves shook
The house through a talkin' snout
I was Breathing out the ease
Adam's apple in my mouth
The sun was setting in the east
A bad moon rising in the south
Black rain underfoot
Falling up from underground
I must be under your spell
I'm under your spell
I must be under your spell tonight
but in case you can't tell
I am not feeling very well
Cos I am under your spell
Oh, I'm under it I'm under it
Through the woods up the creek
The cackling, a streak
the cauldron fire cracklin loud
Over clickin hooves and feet
Did the sky open up?
Did every season meet?
Was it cold, dead winter
Was it burning' desert heat?
I must be under your spell
I'm under your spell
I must be under your spell tonight
But in case you can't tell
I'm not feeling very well
Cos I'm under your spell
Baby yes I'm under it I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
I'm under it
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[long instrumental]
Each time
That we
Give a little bit
It comes back
To haunt us
(Oooh, oooh)
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Hangin' from the trees
Danglin' like fruit
Naked in the steamy night
They know what you did
They know what you did
They know what you did ain't right
Keep the family in
Keep the family sin
Daddy, lock the temple door
Evil isn't in
Evil isn't in
Evil isn't in your core
You're the patron saint hunter
With your prey
Patron saint hunter
with your prey
Patron saint hunter
With your prey
When you learn to talk
Everyone asleep
Everyone's asleep tonight
They know what you did
They know what you did
They know what you did ain't right
Ah, keep the family in
Keep the family sin
Daddy, lock the temple door
Evil isn't in
Evil isn't in
Evil isn't in your core
Ah, the patron saint hunter
With your prey
Patron saint hunter
With your prey
Patron saint hunter
With your prey
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