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Mountain Rhythm

Take a stroll with me up the street And I will tell you what I see There is a little house that lies next to Edge of the sea with a little pole on top And somthing there is waiting for thee Follow the clue and you will see a brand New pair of shoe next to a boulder inside And it will take you where destiny abide Cover your hands and feet and with the Cloths under the bush and the instructions In the gas mask will tell you what to do Walk to the left of the boulder and you Will see an old rocking chair There is a stairs that leads underground And it will take you to the other end of the town Half ways down are several signs and avenue That leads to nowhere they were meant to confuse you But just one sign will tell you what to do Snowflakes are not falling on the hill but follow the rhythm and it will keep your spirit still; look out for the mound in the ground, follow the trail and it will take you some where It will lead you to King Tutt’s grave and take you Further into the ground and you will See the golden empire that man build deep in the ground On the outskirt of town, there is one way in and One way out and you can out and the exist is on the Top of the mount. Once you enter you have to keep Going, until you come out on the other side, the journey is long the trail is dark and it will take you right back to where you starts If you are lucky to come out alive, the earth God was perhaps walking by your sides Mountain rhythm will take you deep inside the ground Mountain rhythm will take you where destiny is bound There is a big operation going on inside So pass through discreetly and let sleeping dog lie Mountain rhythm is blazing with heat and the village people Are running all over the street.

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