Red Hill Town

The seam is split… the code face cracked… the lines are drawn…there’s no turning back… the glass is cut… the bottle run dry…. we stooped so low to fly so high…. I’m hanging on, you’re all that’s left to hold onto…U2… The Joshua Tree

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