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We are flowers at the bottom of a mountain.The water's cleanand the folks we meet smile down on us from above.Bring the people art, we will spill our heartsand deliver auditory love.Hiking both day and night,drying our tired eyes...a crooked gait leads crooked ways -footprints upon your face.No Wait!That person it isn't me!O the Travestyand the irony that beneath our feet, the soul.Up as high as we climb,for a place in the sun -In a status crusadewe will find none.12,000 feet -Population me.Everyone we know,can we sing alongsing along as we grow?That's the kinship we'd shown,Songtextewhy are we alone?Where did everybody go?Where did everybody?Up as high as we climb,for a place in the sun -In a status crusadewe will find none.We are flowers at the bottom of a mountain.The water's cleanand the folks we meet smile down on us from above. Aus Songtexte Mania