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Sitting alone on top of a hill |
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Hard to describe the way that I feel |
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Feel so relaxed feel so at ease |
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Watching the sun play in the trees |
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Used to have fun on the hill |
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Young and carefree but until |
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Minutes of place look at my face |
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I wish I was much younger still |
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As time passes by I age with each year |
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Longing to see the hill I left here |
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Laughter, sadness, splendor and joy |
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Things I remember when I was a boy |
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Nevertheless I'm really content |
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Although I'm tired and money I've spent |
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Don't want your pity I don't want your tears |
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Had a good time in my 63 years |
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Used to have fun on the hill |
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Young and carefree but until |
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Minutes of place look at my face |
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I wish I was much younger still |
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It's getting real late and I've gotta go |
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Move right around to where I don't know |
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Tomorrow I'll be many miles away |
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Remember the hill where we sat yesterday |
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Used to have fun on the hill |
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Young and carefree but until |
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Minutes of place look at my face |
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I wish I was much younger still |
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I wish I was much younger still... |