In the distance, there's a hill
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There's a house upon the hill
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On this side it's dark
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On the other side it's green
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I bite my nails, I touch my face
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How long before I reach that place
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The sky is pressing down
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And it tears me from my sleep
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I fall onto the ground
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And the gorse rips at my skin
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I scratch my eyes and open wide
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How long before the other side
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Even though you are my friend
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This is the end, this is the end
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Even though you cannot see
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It's up to you, it's not up to me
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The dizzy spell has gone
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The tablet dissolved
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The ache has left its mark
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A not forgotten scar
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I try the door, it's locked
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And time stands still, the broken clock
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In the hallway where I stand
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I see pictures on the wall
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They're all places that I've been
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And I've loved
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The back door and the front door are
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exactly the same
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The floors are the ceiling and the
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walls the window pane
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Even Though You Are My Friend
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
