From a mountain o'er the hills
Made of counterfeit dollar bills
He'd spoken through a fading summer's light


In the glisten of the dew
There was silver tinted blue
A piano was playing three steps out of tune
It was all for you

I'm sorry I doubted you
Your questions had me confused
I'm sorry I couldn't move
Frustrated, fixated youth

Through the rising of the mist
He was outed with a kiss
In the innocence of their twenty second year
It was all worked out
All for you

I'm sorry I doubted you
Your questions had me confused
I'm sorry I couldn't move
Frustrated, fixated youth

I'm sorry I doubted you
Your questions had me confused
I'm sorry I couldn't move
Frustrated, fixated youth

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