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Five Elks

from A Spring Of Summers by Big City

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Mountains are bleeding white
as pristine waters go running by.
Cooling my feet in the ice cold stream,
I won’t tell you but I wish you were here

Diamonds flow in the brook.
Where everything is soaked in beauty,
five elks stop to take a look.
Honestly I’d like to share all this with you

They got super synthesizers.
They fly on aerodynamic shoes.
I got a squirrel and a bad sprain
and love the way they don’t give a damn.

Pale baths they never knew,
moving clouds drag the mountains to you.
No panic lights, no big city sins.
I won’t tell you but I wish you were here

Nature’s calling you to blend with it.
Lay your weary mind on the green.
Butterflies swinging in the scene.
Now rest your eyes, don’t say a thing.
Rest your eyes, don’t say a thing.
Rest your eyes, don’t say a thing.

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from A Spring Of Summers, released May 13, 2003

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