"If they keep quiet the stones will cry out."
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Somewhere on the horizon I see a mountain made of light... and the beauty that I see just astounds me
And the songs I've heard them singing keeps a ringing in the canyons of my soul... and i want to go
But I cling to this illusion that this body gives me life... that this body is exactly who I am
But this body's just a temple made of clay I've come to worship in... and someday I will simply walk away
But we gotta keep the rocks from crying... keep the rocks from crying out
Keep the rocks from crying... out
There's something in the water... that cleanses me
There's something in the air that calls me to be free
We just gotta keep the rocks from crying... keep the rocks from crying out
There's something in the mystery... that keeps me looking on
There's something in the stars I see at night... that are calling me home
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