Running Up That Hill

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O neon lights
I make the fiends I lack

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.

If I only could, oh…

 


 
No matter how tall a leaf is, but when it falls it goes back to its roots.
 

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