So you've been crying hard again I know there's nothing I can do about it Hanging off your arm with my hands set to sympathetic How you've already got your ticket Got your ride, got your paper bag All set for quilt and panic attacks Shouldn't lend it out if your so scared you'll never get it back If you get back, if you get back
Glide over the rolling hills
So all I want to do is sit and watch the riots on the last night Dropping all the lamps till the fires are our only light How your leaving and I don't know if I'll ever see you again Keep talking, we'll sink into the mud Left amongst the wreckage, all the cans and the skeletal tents It becomes us, it becomes us
Glide over the rolling hills
Glide over the rolling hills
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