When we climbed to the peak we planted a flag
But the second we had, I felt bad
And then night came, so we got in our sleeping bags
When someone told a story about something dead and gory

There was heat
From the fire
But i still froze
When i saw the ghost
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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 mountain top?
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Sweet nothing! I made it up!
So we'd make it down with no territorial claim
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