On a mountain up north I will build a small house Made of wood, stone and straw I'll let nobody in Neither family nor friends Nor the postman can come This escape can't keep going on 'cause I can't take it no more I'm not so strong I will sit there and stare When the ocean runs wild Until I'll forget your name Then I'll burn up the straw Take it down stone by stone And make a raft of the wood
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