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Lying back in the waterless & spiky grass |
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Looking up at the fluffy clouds seem closer now |
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Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees |
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All the cars on the Gulldford Road are just a murmur now |
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Foot-worn paths like white-washed dreams run down the hill |
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Red kite waving so frantically in the bluey sky |
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Family with a little girl in a blowy dress |
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She crouches down to pick a flower then dances on |
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Bah bah... |
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Right up here I'm far away from everything |
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Right up here there's nothing that can touch me now |
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The only thing that stabs my back is spiky grass |
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The only thing that makes me fall is liberty |
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Bah bah... |
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On box hill |
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..standstill |
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On box hill |
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Here until |
