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And so the hill stands before us, standing tall above the winds,
They've died down below the tip, we can sit and watch like kings,
Didn't you wonder why it was so hard, to keep your grip upon the grass?
Because you can only truly ignore the winds that do surround you,
If they've died down completely, and left you for good,
Because if for one second you take your eyes off the sky,
The winds will come and blow you down from high,
And the hill will be left for you to climb once more,
And do you really think you can do it all again?
Don't find a platform till the winds have all gone,
Because a trip back up may take far too long,
When you've convinced yourself you've made it all the way,
But you still can't really see the new light of a day,
You're just waiting for the biting to begin all again,
Waiting for the wolves to come out of their den,
They won't snap at your feet and make you climb further,
They'll pull at your legs, and snap at your face,
Leave you to lie in a heap at the foot of the hill,
And time will leave you to rot away,
Have a good life as you watch the others live the way,
You could have too if you really tried,
Because if your hope has gone and died,
You just keep on pretending,
That we're all written by our pasts,
No talents left to find in the class,
Won't your teacher pay attention to you?
Hold your breath till you turn blue,
Make them build you your own stairs,
Make them prove that someone cares,
But when the wood begins to rot,
And you don't know how far you've got,
You're going to hit the ground without a fight,
And I hope the wolves find you, and I hope they bite,
And they snap at your fears, and they tear them to pieces,
Rip them out of you and open your eyes, claw away your false disguise,
And leave you dying at the starting line,
Stop telling all the others you're just fine,
Because until you admit to yourself and others,
That you were pining for your second mothers,
The winds are going to knock you down each time,
The hill ain't for you to climb,
Till you've got your hands unclean,
Don't be angry, don't be mean,
I think it's time you shot the wind, shoot it down, make the kill,
Because it's not going to carry you, up the hill.
They've died down below the tip, we can sit and watch like kings,
Didn't you wonder why it was so hard, to keep your grip upon the grass?
Because you can only truly ignore the winds that do surround you,
If they've died down completely, and left you for good,
Because if for one second you take your eyes off the sky,
The winds will come and blow you down from high,
And the hill will be left for you to climb once more,
And do you really think you can do it all again?
Don't find a platform till the winds have all gone,
Because a trip back up may take far too long,
When you've convinced yourself you've made it all the way,
But you still can't really see the new light of a day,
You're just waiting for the biting to begin all again,
Waiting for the wolves to come out of their den,
They won't snap at your feet and make you climb further,
They'll pull at your legs, and snap at your face,
Leave you to lie in a heap at the foot of the hill,
And time will leave you to rot away,
Have a good life as you watch the others live the way,
You could have too if you really tried,
Because if your hope has gone and died,
You just keep on pretending,
That we're all written by our pasts,
No talents left to find in the class,
Won't your teacher pay attention to you?
Hold your breath till you turn blue,
Make them build you your own stairs,
Make them prove that someone cares,
But when the wood begins to rot,
And you don't know how far you've got,
You're going to hit the ground without a fight,
And I hope the wolves find you, and I hope they bite,
And they snap at your fears, and they tear them to pieces,
Rip them out of you and open your eyes, claw away your false disguise,
And leave you dying at the starting line,
Stop telling all the others you're just fine,
Because until you admit to yourself and others,
That you were pining for your second mothers,
The winds are going to knock you down each time,
The hill ain't for you to climb,
Till you've got your hands unclean,
Don't be angry, don't be mean,
I think it's time you shot the wind, shoot it down, make the kill,
Because it's not going to carry you, up the hill.
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And so the hill stands before us, standing tall above the winds,
They've died down below the tip, we can sit and watch like kings,
Didn't you wonder why it was so hard, to keep your grip upon the grass?
Because you can only truly ignore the winds that do surround you,
If they've died down completely, and left you for good,
Because if for one second you take your eyes off the sky,
The winds will come and blow you down from high,
And the hill will be left for you to climb once more,
And do you really think you can do it all again?
Don't find a platform till the winds have all gone,
Because a trip back up may take far too long,
When you've convinced yourself you've made it all the way,
But you still can't really see the new light of a day,
You're just waiting for the biting to begin all again,
Waiting for the wolves to come out of their den,
They won't snap at your feet and make you climb further,
They'll pull at your legs, and snap at your face,
Leave you to lie in a heap at the foot of the hill,
And time will leave you to rot away,
Have a good life as you watch the others live the way,
You could have too if you really tried,
Because if your hope has gone and died,
You just keep on pretending,
That we're all written by our pasts,
No talents left to find in the class,
Won't your teacher pay attention to you?
Hold your breath till you turn blue,
Make them build you your own stairs,
Make them prove that someone cares,
But when the wood begins to rot,
And you don't know how far you've got,
You're going to hit the ground without a fight,
And I hope the wolves find you, and I hope they bite,
And they snap at your fears, and they tear them to pieces,
Rip them out of you and open your eyes, claw away your false disguise,
And leave you dying at the starting line,
Stop telling all the others you're just fine,
Because until you admit to yourself and others,
That you were pining for your second mothers,
The winds are going to knock you down each time,
The hill ain't for you to climb,
Till you've got your hands unclean,
Don't be angry, don't be mean,
I think it's time you shot the wind, shoot it down, make the kill,
Because it's not going to carry you, up the hill.
They've died down below the tip, we can sit and watch like kings,
Didn't you wonder why it was so hard, to keep your grip upon the grass?
Because you can only truly ignore the winds that do surround you,
If they've died down completely, and left you for good,
Because if for one second you take your eyes off the sky,
The winds will come and blow you down from high,
And the hill will be left for you to climb once more,
And do you really think you can do it all again?
Don't find a platform till the winds have all gone,
Because a trip back up may take far too long,
When you've convinced yourself you've made it all the way,
But you still can't really see the new light of a day,
You're just waiting for the biting to begin all again,
Waiting for the wolves to come out of their den,
They won't snap at your feet and make you climb further,
They'll pull at your legs, and snap at your face,
Leave you to lie in a heap at the foot of the hill,
And time will leave you to rot away,
Have a good life as you watch the others live the way,
You could have too if you really tried,
Because if your hope has gone and died,
You just keep on pretending,
That we're all written by our pasts,
No talents left to find in the class,
Won't your teacher pay attention to you?
Hold your breath till you turn blue,
Make them build you your own stairs,
Make them prove that someone cares,
But when the wood begins to rot,
And you don't know how far you've got,
You're going to hit the ground without a fight,
And I hope the wolves find you, and I hope they bite,
And they snap at your fears, and they tear them to pieces,
Rip them out of you and open your eyes, claw away your false disguise,
And leave you dying at the starting line,
Stop telling all the others you're just fine,
Because until you admit to yourself and others,
That you were pining for your second mothers,
The winds are going to knock you down each time,
The hill ain't for you to climb,
Till you've got your hands unclean,
Don't be angry, don't be mean,
I think it's time you shot the wind, shoot it down, make the kill,
Because it's not going to carry you, up the hill.