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  1. Hillside

From the recording Funeral Guns

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Lyrics

Sitting on a one way
I had a long day
Waiting for my yellow to turn red
Thinking how the last day
Ended the same way
Praying that my soul will soon be fed

Some may say to take a long vacation
But I don’t need to run away from life
All I need is an hour here with you
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside

Sitting on a one way
I had a long day
Waiting for my yellow to turn red
But red has never meant stay
For I’m a rebel
Working for the Devil in a cubicle

Some may say to take a long vacation
But I don’t need to run away from life
All I need is an hour here with you
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)

Some may say to take a long vacation
But I don’t need to run away from life
All I need is an hour here with you
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)

Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / A. Greening