NARROTOR:
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Behold the man, the stranger, the working man's son
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He reflected the mountain
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Now all souls can see what's been done
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And the word spread fast as wild fire
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But the people changes as the wind swept higher
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And the crowd's got huge, man, you should've seen the choir
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And in 2 years he made the cover of Time
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the albino priest with the psychic mind
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"You wannna see Mr.Snow you better get in line"
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He might've been fine - He might've got through it OK
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If not for the girl, when he saw her I guess everything changed
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And the loose in him wound up tight
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And the flanks all faded in the faiing light
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And the needy people seemed an oversight
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He knew about things ge couldn't know
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He knew about people and he told them so
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But until he touched her he didn't know - She let him know
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Reflection
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| Spocks Beard |
