Nobody lives on the top of the hill
And nobody cares 'bout the pain that you feel
And all your love will be lost in me now
'Cos nobody lives on the top of the hill And it all becomes clear
That you’re soft and weak
For all that you feel
Will be locked in porcelain Nobody lives on the top of the hill
And nobody buys all the shit that you deal
For all your life you've been caught in dead hours
And nobody lives on the top of the hill And it all becomes clear.
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