| Can’t you see over that hill, baby?
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| My feet don’t stop pounding blood from rock
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| Making pavement out of mountaintop
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| Out of mountaintop
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| Can’t you see over that bridge, baby?
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| It’s where I pound to, it’s where I plead eventually
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| To be tossed into the stream, relentlessly
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| To be washed into the sea
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| Eventually
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| Can’t you see, there’s no rock, baby?
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| If we see colour we’re crazy
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| If we see light, hallucinating
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| If we see clearly it’s nothing
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| But the sun wraps round the belly of the earth til' the grass and birds cry out
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| while giving birth
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| And time wraps blankets around you and I so we don’t get hypothermia and die
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| The sun wraps round the belly of the earth til' the grass and birds cry out
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| while giving birth
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| And time wraps blankets around you and I so we don’t get hypothermia and die
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| If you lose yours I’ll share mine!
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| If you lose yours, I’ll share mine
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| Can’t you see over that hill, baby? |
| Ain’t it beautiful? |
| Won’t you come with me?
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| Water clear enough to breathe, air clean enough to see starfields
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| Can’t you see over that hill, baby? |
| Ain’t it beautiful? |
| Won’t you come with me? |
| Water clear enough to breathe, air clean enough to see starfields… |