The Hill - Bombay Bicycle Club

When we look at the Summer Sun; yellow and round.
So we go out to the hill and we lie down.
All but one sits in the corner.
Trying to find a way;

And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times.

And looking back, looking out at different things.
We flew too high; let the Sun burn our wings.
We never thought it would be us.
Let it all come fast; turn to dust.

And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times

And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times

Say what I know, you keep that oath.
I give you my word, you keep it.
Say what I know, you keep that oath.
You're sh_t at keeping secrets.

Say what I know, I know that oath.
I give you my word, you keep it.
Say what I know, I keep that oath.
You're sh_t at keeping secrets.

And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times

And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times

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