| On the Great Blue Hill
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| All the distance died, I became your water
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| As the atlas falls
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| Let’s start running over, smoothing every stone
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| You, move, touch
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| Every sacred trace, I want to lose control, give you the underneath
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| You, us, here
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| I feel it tracing everywhere
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| Just take all of me
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| Maybe the brook won’t save me
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| It’s racing at my side
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| But I know
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| I only run high to low
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| Maybe the brook won’t carry a heavy heart that’s grown
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| And I know
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| I only run high to low
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| Forget the echo below
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| Come to the sound that you know
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| That will never leave
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| I’m in love with vanishing
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| I’m in love with what could have been
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| And it’s not real
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| You, move, touch
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| Every sacred trace, I want to lose control, give you the underneath
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| You, us, here
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| I feel it tracing everywhere
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| Just take all of me
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| Maybe the brook won’t save me
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| It’s racing at my side
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| But I know
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| I only run high to low
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| Maybe the brook won’t carry a heavy heart that’s grown
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| And I know
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| I only run high to low
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| You’re here with me
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| Alive with me
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| A glowing hearts that blinds the tired game
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| I’m shame
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| Oh this valley holds your name
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| Baby
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| This tower put me in the clouds
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| What did I see
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| I saw further than ever before
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| Stitches of fields from the cliffs to the moors
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| And across our garden, from the town to the estuary
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| It falls quick into the pale blue sea
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| Where everything becomes nothing
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| Maybe the brook won’t save me
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| It’s racing at my side
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| But I know
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| I only run high to low
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| Maybe the brook won’t carry a heavy heart that’s grown
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| And I know
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| I only run high to low |