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There was a time
When the mountains kept their place
They stood in line
And they waited back the gaze
No one could see
No terrain now is a rock
No feet could find
Near the heart of old road bluff
The hills are worn
The place about growing pains
The earths are closed
The mountains had their way
The kids have grown
And they watched it from above
Now I'm alone
And I see no way to run
We float on the breeze
We are held to a ransom
We are bones on the riffs
Waiting for the waves, the waves
We float on the breeze
We are held to a ransom
We are bones on the riffs
Waiting for the waves, the waves
We float,
We are bones
We float on the breeze
We are held to a ransom
We are bones on the riffs
Waiting for the waves, the waves
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