| High up there in the hills
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| I hear my songs I cannot sing
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| Yet I’m chained to my head
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| I left my mind into my bed
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| Scared of failing in the end
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| My iron shields begin to bend
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| Headstart, it gave me nothing
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| I was the first to get nowhere
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| If I could only reach
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| If I could only see
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| The hills behind the hills
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| Like a bullet from a gun
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| I’m drawn further from the son
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| What used to be my shining star
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| Is now replaced and has come and gone
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| If I could only reach
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| If I could only see
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| The hills behind the hills
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| If I could only reach
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| If I could only see
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| The hills
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| If I could only reach
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| If I could only see
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| The hills
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| If I could only reach
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| If I could only see
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| The hills
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| If I could only reach
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| If I could only see
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| The hills behind the hills |