Stars - On the Hills Lyrics
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On the Hills
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What Are The Lyrics For On the Hills By Stars?
What a hopeful electric in your eyes
Still surprised when I see a flash You're trying not to die But [?] in a mood Still cracks through everything A player's game and the free Fall so beautiful and stained The very start was hard to believe (Sometimes it seems so hard to feel) that you and I was all we could see (Could it be it was only a dream) And in time we couldn't see (Still remains to be seen) On the hills if you still follow me In the night the restless sleep fills the page Another day as the sun moves across abadoned space My heart rate never still as I wait for you to say It's going to be okay, nothing's changed Baby, don't worry, nothing's changed The very start was hard to believe (Sometimes it seems so hard to feel) that you and I was all we could see (Could it be it was only a dream) And in time we couldn't see (Still remains to be seen) On the hills if you still follow me The very start was hard to believe (Sometimes it seems so hard to feel) that you and I was all we could see (Could it be it was only a dream) And in time we couldn't see (Still remains to be seen) On the hills if you still follow me Follow me on the hills Follow me on the hills Follow me on the hills Follow me |
Who Wrote On the Hills By Stars?
Amy E Millan, Christopher Alexander Mccarron, Christopher Allen Seligman, Evan Whitney Cranley, Patrick Mcgee, Torquil John Campbell
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What's The Duration Of The On the Hills By Stars?The duration of On the Hills is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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