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I know a writer with a magic hand He gives away his power every time he can He could free the world if he could free himself But he's much too busy quoting everyone else Still we close our eyes and listen hard as we can To this gentle voice with a magic hand CHORUS It's only what you see What you let yourself believe I would get down on my knees If that would help you Cause it's all too good to taste So we let it go to waste I would let you take my place Cause there's no use in counting And I hope to see you On the sacred mountain Yeah I hope to see you On the sacred mountain... I remember when he called me on the telephone Yeah I think it was his birthday we were both alone Because he said to wish him luck and lifted up his pen I couldn't bring myself to tell him all this then... Letras de cancionesCHORUS I went to the future and I saw him there We were on the mountain both with graying hair He handed me his words and I began to sing Yeah they went like this it was the strangest thing CHORUS Yeah I hope to see you on the sacred mountain Well I hope to see you on the sacred mountain Yes I hope to see you on the sacred mountain From Letras Mania