Lizbet Sempa - On these hills | Текст песни

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On these hills,
Reflecting,
Our life,
On these hills,
Watching,
The sun rise.

Your self next to me,
So close next to me,
At least I think you are.
My soul's crumbling,
'Cause I don't know who you are.

Who are you now,
Where have you gone,
Was it something I did wrong?
Or am I wrong?

The way you talk,
The way you walk,
You are a clone now,
In my mind.

On these hills,

Picking grass,
To hide my irritation,
On these hills,
Torn and cold,
And gaining desperation.

Your self next to me,
So close next to me,
Illusions forming in my eyes,
My hearts thundering,
Need to release,
I need to cry.

Who are you now,
Where have you gone,
Was it something I did wrong?
Or am I wrong?

The way you talk,
The way you walk,
You are a clone now,
In my mind,
In my mind,
In my mind.

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