The View From Stow Hill Lyrics - Futurology - Manic Street Preachers

How did this town get so old 

The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold 

Always caught in between 

The capital and the 'other' country 

Always caught in between 

The river and the valley 

You can still see the bullet holes 

You can still sense a little hope 

Crushed dreams and the martyrs too 

Silent-ghostly-still so confused 

Look up to the skies 

Avoid the casual litter 

Running from the pitiful 

Nihilism 

Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking 

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Look up to the skies 

Avoid the casual litter 

Running from the pitiful 

Nihilism 

Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking 

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