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[00:48.110]Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines the long grass blows in ripples
[00:56.010]There's a beautiful spiral of roads that leads the lost up here
[01:02.440]I was watching the birds taking off to swoop down over the city
[01:11.600]They find and take just what they need and turn turn turn
[01:19.050]The movers move the shakers shake the winners write their history
[01:26.380]But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
[01:35.290]The movers move the shakers shake the winners write their history
[01:42.790]But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
[01:51.610]That afternoon on Hustlergate with all the TVs flickering
[01:59.770]While behind the sky was moving liquid crimson gold
[02:07.760]Brothers sisters pay no heed to the unfaithful messengers
[02:15.960]For theirs is a prison world of lies lies lies
[02:22.640]Where the movers move the shakers shake the winners rewrite history
[02:30.450]But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
[02:39.060]The movers move the shakers shake the winners write their history
[02:46.670]But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
[02:56.070]The keening wind it blows through me it blows through me
[03:02.500]My time it must be almost done be almost done
[03:26.720]All these things you fear so much depend on angles of vision
[03:35.240]From down in the maze of walls you can't see what's coming
[03:42.570]But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing
[04:15.930]But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing nothing