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Somethin' threw me, in the dirt |
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Kinda got my, feelings hurt |
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Weed was burnin' somewhere down the wind |
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I had to get up and climb that hill again |
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Little Lucy's such a doll |
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Like to climb her garden wall |
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But she only sees me as a friend |
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I got to get up and climb that hill again |
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I gotta bury my pride |
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Drag this line over that hill one more time |
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Gotta get up in the mornin' |
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Make my way over that hill again |
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I gottaI gotta bury my pride |
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Drag this line over that hill one more time |
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Gotta get up in the mornin' |
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Make my way over that hill again |
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Tempers flare and words are spoken |
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You close one door and another opens you |
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Hear the music and you're wonderin' |
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You got to get up and climb that hill |
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Get up and climb that hill |
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You got to get up and climb that hill again |
