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A Long Way Down
Oh yeah, it's a long way down
the hill to this country of boarded up frowns.
People get high, people get stoned.
If time is money, then your life is gold.
So don't be lonely.
All blue skinned and cold.
Give me shelter from days of old.
Overwhelm me, my sweet satellite.
Show me heaven with burning pride.
People get by, people get it on.
When hearts are broken, blood will flow.
So don't you worry.
Open up your eyes.
Strike a path through the rising tide.
the hill to this country of boarded up frowns.
People get high, people get stoned.
If time is money, then your life is gold.
So don't be lonely.
All blue skinned and cold.
Give me shelter from days of old.
Overwhelm me, my sweet satellite.
Show me heaven with burning pride.
People get by, people get it on.
When hearts are broken, blood will flow.
So don't you worry.
Open up your eyes.
Strike a path through the rising tide.
Published 15th Oct 2016
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