I can't stop the wind
I can move the hills
But I know it wouldn't give to me
Anymore than my loneliness
I can't close my mouth
I can't shut my eyes
Because the noise I deeply find inside
Is a storm from which you can never hide
I won't let you feed my issues for your sake
I am the hills mover, from the great escape
I am so hungry
I am so thirsty
I wanted to share all the hills with you
Drink your shit, ‘Bon appétit' to you
I become angry
I become silly
Too late for you, you can't cross the fields
Too far for you, you will stay out
It's the price to pay
When you want to share
I won't let you feed my issues for your sake
I am the hills mover, from the great escape

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