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Oh, but don't get me wrong, the words aren't always
there. They get lost and forget themselves and trade
places.
And the birds, they sing in the mountaintops, its
worth everything, they call.
And for everyone sleeping on couches the
mountaintops call out to fresh oceanwind to
deep desert hymns to
innertube Jim
to local gyms to
out there words are lost and forgetting
themselves and trading places.
And in here we do the same thing in
closed spaces.
Good night