| You sit and think that everything is coming up roses
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| But you can’t see the weeds that entangle your feet
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| You can’t see the wood for the trees 'cause the forest is burning
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| And you say it’s the smoke in your eyes that’s making you cry
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| They sold you the view from a hill
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| They told you that the view from the hill would be
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| Further than you have ever seen before
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| They sold you a view from a hill
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| They sold you a view from a hill
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| You were a dancer and a chancer, a poet and a fool
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| To the royalty of mayhem you were breaking all the rules
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| Your decadence outstanding, your hopes flying high
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| One eye looking over your shoulder, one eye on the hill
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| You used to say you were scared of heights — you said you got dizzy
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| You said you didn’t like your feet being too far off the ground
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| But they said that up there you’d find the air would be clearer
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| Promised you more space to move and more room to breathe
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| They sold you a view from a hill
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| They told you that the view from the hill
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| Is further than you’d ever seen before
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| You were holding out forever — thought they’d never turn your mind
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| Your ideals they were higher than you ever could have climbed
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| We thought they couldn’t buy you — that the price would be too high
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| That the riches there on offer they just wouldn’t turn your eyes
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| But your conscience it was locked up in the prisons of your schemes
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| Your judgement it was blinded by your visions and your dreams
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| Praying and hoping that the view from the hill
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| Is wider than you’ve ever seen before
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| For the view from the hill we held our heads so high (smell the roses)
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| All the loved ones that you lied to are strangers left behind
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| All the ones that really mattered well you stood on as you climbed
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| You were holding out forever for your fathers and your peers
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| Holding out for everyone that ever walked in here
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| The edge was inside and you rode it all the way
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| You were playing the games that you learned yesterday
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| Hanging around like a fool with a name
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| You are holding your place for the view, the view from a hill
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| They sold you the view from a hill
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| Look it all for a view from a hill
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| And you find the view’s no further than you’ve seen before
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| They sold you the view from the hill
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| And you stood and took it all for the view from a hill
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| It’s simply coming up roses |