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But Beauty Like That Should Know No Home
This old rope’s too taught,
The waves are breaking in,
This ship’s only headed one way,
And this mountain is the sink.
But beauty like that should know no home,
So let it go, let it go, let it go.
Old Moses was my maker,
The summit is my song,
At 3:30 it’s cold and short,
But gravity’s all gone wrong.
But fun like that should know no chain,
So let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
My fortune is my freedom,
And she was my rock,
But this mountain moved me,
And my fortune picked the lock.
But love like that isn't made to last,
So let it pass, let it pass, let it pass.
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