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Lyin' before me like a mighty statue,Beside the worm's hips, was a colossal pyramid.And to my surprise it started to hiss. Booked it to the treehouse, ran into the woods.Waited for the morning, whispering to you.And to my surprise I ran out of water.Never have I been this far away from home, Everyone's speak feels so foreign to my bones.I can't count the stones from over the mountain,Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.Cattle-driven buggy on a hardwood floor.Take me back to New Orleans!Cattle-driven buggy on a hardwood floor.Take me back to New . . . Orleans.I can't count the stones from over the mountain,Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.Can't count from over the mountain,Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.Lyin' before me like a mighty statuette,Beside the worm's hip, is a tiny pyramid.And to my surprise it's shrinking away. From Letras Mania