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I sat on a mountain top
And rolled myself a cigarette
And poured myself a drink
Trying to find the lake
Coacheecayoo
There's nothing we can do about it
So that's the rhythm of it
And that's the rhyme
Coacheecayoo
There's nothing we can do
I'm not here to talk about it
I'm not here to mind
I'm just here to find the things I want
And to leave them behind
Coacheecayoo
There's nothing we can do
Coacheecayoo
There's nothing we can do
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