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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 cos 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 a view from the hill. |
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They told you that the view from the hill would be |
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Further than you'd ever seen before. |
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They sold you a view from the hill. |
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They sold you a view from the 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 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 to high 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 breath. |
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They sold you a view from the hill. |
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They told you that the view from the hill would be |
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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 that they couldn't buy you - 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 the hill. |
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They sold you the view from the hill. |
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Look it all for a view from the hill |
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And you find the views 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 from the view from the hill. |
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It's simply coming up roses. |
