| Get your thrills on strawberry hill
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| In all your wounds the berries will fill
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| It’ll make your pain taste sweeter
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| It’s when the time stands still, it’ll lean on your will
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| Let the juices soak the memories to kill
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| And we’ll drink it by the liter
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| And nobody smiles, but we laugh so hard
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| And nobody cries, or hides their scars
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| We just fall so far…
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| And I don’t think I’m coming down
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| And I’ll eat this fruit from the ground
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| And yeah, I see what I have found
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Where nothing matters
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| Fill your glass, rest your feet
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| Empty cheers and celebrate defeat
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| It’s a party and it’s on repeat
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| No one’s here on their own free will
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| Something chased them up this hill
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| And we won’t come down till we forget what’s below
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| And nobody smiles, but we laugh so hard
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| Nobody cries or hides their scars
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| We just fall so far…
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| And I don’t think I’m coming down
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| And I’ll eat this fruit from the ground
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| Yeah, I’ll see what I have found
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Stawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Strawberry hill, on strawberry hill
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| Where nothing matters |