| Song | Over the Wall |
| Artist | Abbie Gale |
| Album | 2 |
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| Raise your eyes very slowly dear | |
| The sunlight may make you blind | |
| Seal the hunted story of our lives | |
| Make it a book and set on fire | |
| But darling, don’t ever ask me what is worth | |
| We made so huge and strong the wall | |
| And called us heroes of the world | |
| So darling, let’s put them all against the wall | |
| I know the place where flowers grow | |
| Where all the trains are starting from | |
| Can you see, the little ship that wants to moor | |
| Don’t fall asleep before I lull | |
| Don’t fall asleep before I do | |
| I will make my life a song and I’ll | |
| Amuse ourselves until we die | |
| This will be the place that every time | |
| Will seem like all the silent nights |
| Raise your eyes very slowly dear | |
| The sunlight may make you blind | |
| Seal the hunted story of our lives | |
| Make it a book and set on fire | |
| But darling, don' t ever ask me what is worth | |
| We made so huge and strong the wall | |
| And called us heroes of the world | |
| So darling, let' s put them all against the wall | |
| I know the place where flowers grow | |
| Where all the trains are starting from | |
| Can you see, the little ship that wants to moor | |
| Don' t fall asleep before I lull | |
| Don' t fall asleep before I do | |
| I will make my life a song and I' ll | |
| Amuse ourselves until we die | |
| This will be the place that every time | |
| Will seem like all the silent nights |
| Raise your eyes very slowly dear | |
| The sunlight may make you blind | |
| Seal the hunted story of our lives | |
| Make it a book and set on fire | |
| But darling, don' t ever ask me what is worth | |
| We made so huge and strong the wall | |
| And called us heroes of the world | |
| So darling, let' s put them all against the wall | |
| I know the place where flowers grow | |
| Where all the trains are starting from | |
| Can you see, the little ship that wants to moor | |
| Don' t fall asleep before I lull | |
| Don' t fall asleep before I do | |
| I will make my life a song and I' ll | |
| Amuse ourselves until we die | |
| This will be the place that every time | |
| Will seem like all the silent nights |