The Hill
Inglese

Testo di The Hill

GenereGotico
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Dimensione 18

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Running up the hill Escaping life in blue Barefoot, tears on my face Memories muddied with dust Dressed, stained with pain The farther I go The more fear I gain Within I've become empty (you've become empty) My desires lost (you're desires lost) 'Cause I'm not the same (yo're not the same) How could I forget? (I forget) Please, remind me, oh! (Remind me. Oh!) What does it mean? Life Sometimes I feel you here (you've become empty) And I can't ignore it (you're desires lost) My instincts say it to me: Run (yo're not the same)

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