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• Artiste: Pickering Pick
• Titre: Mission Hill Incident
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She was on her way to the ??? of Mission Hill With her head hanging down in her eyes In a car climbed the hill with the sun shining still And it bent as she rode through the trees The sign up ahead said the way was turning left So she slowed to the middle of the road And she came to the pass, he was walking across And she screamed, but a lump in her throat And her foot hit the break and her tail swung around And she stopped and he stared at the colors and the sound And the car hit him hard and he fell to the ground And she closed her eyes and prayed that he'd survive She had blood in her eyes from a cut on her head So she wiped them and turned in her seat And she saw through the back that the figure looked dead And his shoes had been knocked from his feet She walked to the place where he lay on his back And she felt for a pulse on his wrist His eyes opened wide as she started to cry And a smile crossed his face that she missed He was thinking of what he would say to the girl Who had just knocked him down on the side of a hill And was sitting there wondering if he'd been killed And was trying to come to terms with the guilt Then he sat up and said, "Did you think I was dead?" She was down on the edge of the road So she got up and hugged him, her hands on his head And she helped him back up with his load Then they drove up the road to the ??? of Mission Hill The sun on the cracks in the screen Made the light on his hand as he reached for her arm Seem to flicker and jump like a dream