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Ghost Mountain (The Unicorns)

When we climbed to the peak we planted a flag But the moment we had, i felt bad And then night came, so we got into our sleeping bags And then someone told a story about something dead and gory There was heat From the fire But i still froze when i saw the ghost I told the gang we weren't welcome The ghost made that clear So we stepped back, but it was drawing near And it lunged for our throats So we packed our things, made tracks, Undid our footprints, even furled our flag, and.. We were gone! but what was on the top of the mountain, The mountain top? Sweet nothing! I made it up So we would make it down with no claim on Ghost Mountain