[Chorus] If I could lie still As that great hill But I can't help myself
[Outro] Well, it's calm and it's clear Collapsed here on the stone Delivered to this place A vision dark and cloaked
And those figures through the leaves And that light through the smoke And those countless empty days Made me dizzy when I woke
And I live to see your face And I hate to see you go But I know no other way Than straight on out the door
And I can't help myself And I can't help myself And I can't help myself
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“The Sleeping Ute” is a nickname for the Ute Mountains of Colorado, they are a dense cluster of peaks approximately 5 by 12 miles in extent and stand in isolation from other mountains.
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