Ben Watt - On Box Hill Lyrics
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    On Box Hill

    Lying back in the waterless and spiky grass
    Looking up, how the fluffy clouds seem closer now
    Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees
    All the cars on the Guildford Road are just a murmur now
    Footwork paths like white-washed streams run down the hill
    Red kite waving so frantically in the bluey sky
    Family with a little girl in a blowy dress
    She crouches down to pick a flower then dances on

    Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba
    Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba
    Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba
    Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba

    Right up here, I'm far away from everything
    Right up here, there's nothing that can touch me now
    The only thing that stabs my back is spiky grass
    The only thing that makes me fall is liberty
    On box hill, the world stands still
    On box hill, here until
    On box hill, the world stands still
    On box hill, here until

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