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Текст и слова песни Wooden Circus – On The Hill

somebody told me that you loved me
somebody told me that salvations far away
somebody left me a letter in your name
my head spins in circles
I drown my thoughts in the pouring rain

on the hill and almost over
I'm just too young to meet you there
I want her, share your laughter
with the monsters inside of you
they keep me company once and a while
it creeps upon me to, it creeps upon me
let a da du da die hey anyway

the smell of her letters gets me so obsessed
with too many questions unanswered I think
that I'm stressed, f*** your opinion
I'm not a man that meets your criteria
what's that have to do with life anyway

on the hill and almost over
I'm just too young to meet you there
I want her, share your laughter
with the monsters inside of you
they keep me company once and a while
it creeps upon me to, it creeps upon me
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die

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