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| Up on a | hill, as the | day dissolves |
| F#m | D | |
| With my | pencil turning moments into | life |
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| One by | one, all the | stars appear |
| F#m | D | |
| As the | great winds of the planet spiral | in |
| A | E | |
| Spinning | away, like the | night sky |
| F#m | D | |
| In the | million insect storm, the | constellations form |
| A | E | |
| On a | hill, under a | raven sky |
| F#m | D | |
| I have | no idea exactly where I've | been |
| A | E | |
| Some kind of | change, some kind of | spinning away |
| F#m | D | |
| With | every single line moving | further out in time |
| A | E | |
| Spinning | away, like the | night sky |
| F#m | D | |
| I have | no idea exactly where I've | been |
| A | E | |
| And | here, or | there |
| F#m | D | |
| And | here, or | there |