ACT I the Cave, the Call:, Pt. II: It Moves - Adam Guettel.lrc

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[00:00.00][FLOYD]:Wonder what she looks like...
[00:04.20]Maybe hundred-twenty feet high
[00:07.90]Sixty feet wide
[00:09.20]Two hundred fifty feet long
[00:11.30]Best I can picture it...
[00:16.60]Ah...
[00:29.70]Curvin' back and around
[00:31.80]So slow, so big, it moves
[00:41.20]When you try to take it all in
[00:47.60]If you try to see it all
[00:52.00]When you think it's gettin' closer
[00:54.00]It's gettin' further away
[00:59.90]Grindin' down deeper underneath
[01:16.60]Looks wet
[01:18.20]Every wall looks wet
[01:20.00]Meltin' with a snow made a' cream
[01:24.13]Shinin' ev'rywhere with tiny diamonds
[01:32.97]Shine the lantern an' git
[01:36.80]All the colors of the world
[01:40.10]Comin' back
[01:41.70]All the colors of the world
[01:50.60]Ah...
[01:54.90]'T ain't wet though,No more than a bone
[01:58.70]Guess it jes' remember when there was a river goin' through
[02:03.70]Centuries ago
[02:07.08]Back when there was dinosaurs
[02:11.21]An' when there was Adam and Eve
[02:18.62]Things happen
[02:21.59]An' folks forget
[02:25.17]But the rain soaks it up
[02:27.77]And collects it here;
[02:30.02]No tellin' what's on these walls
[02:36.10]Layerin' on slow
[02:41.05]Like a stone history book
[02:45.64]With a couple of sentences 'bout me

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:Wonder what she looks like...
Maybe hundred-twenty feet high
Sixty feet wide
Two hundred fifty feet long
Best I can picture it...
Ah...
Curvin' back and around
So slow, so big, it moves
When you try to take it all in
If you try to see it all
When you think it's gettin' closer
It's gettin' further away
Grindin' down deeper underneath
Looks wet
Every wall looks wet
Meltin' with a snow made a' cream
Shinin' ev'rywhere with tiny diamonds
Shine the lantern an' git
All the colors of the world
Comin' back
All the colors of the world
Ah...
'T ain't wet though,No more than a bone
Guess it jes' remember when there was a river goin' through
Centuries ago
Back when there was dinosaurs
An' when there was Adam and Eve
Things happen
An' folks forget
But the rain soaks it up
And collects it here;
No tellin' what's on these walls
Layerin' on slow
Like a stone history book
With a couple of sentences 'bout me