The Final Hill

Your eyes
Your eyes can see me go
Your legs are crack and I'm stoned
This great __ is breathing down your neck
Your great complex try to steal the keys from me

This is the final hill now
And I just had a revolution
We've been fought by the institution
So we end us with nothing to loose man

Who lives, dreams in Regent's park
John Wilt, niqual and Shakespeare to the room
I've just giving up in another street corner
I fell on my back just to keeping in the closet

This is the final hill now
And I just had a revolution
We've been fought by the institution
So we end us with nothing to loose man

You asked me too what is all this for
And tell yourself So I made your midgion for
I don't think that happened
I don't think that happened
I don't think that happened
I don't think that happened



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Swinnerton, Lasse Petersen, Alan Donohoe, James Horn-smith, Chris Ketley
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