I'm tired of being here
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On this hill
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No-one lives to be three hundered years
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Like the way it used to be
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I think they were giants
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I think they were giants
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On this hill, nothing grows except greed
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You will stay to finish your work
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As long as need be
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As long as need be
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On a clear day
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I can see my old house
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and my wife in the front yard
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Talking with the friends
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We gathered in spring
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We gathered in spring
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We gathered in spring
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We gathered in spring
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I'm tired of being here
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On this hill
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Where I'm sure to find my last meal
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No-one lives to be three hundred years
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On a clear day
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I can see my old house
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and my wife in the front yard
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Talking with the friends
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We gathered in spring
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We gathered in spring
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We gathered in spring
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We gathered in spring
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We Gathered In Spring
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| Midlake |
