Savin Hill my starting point
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Down the beach with a few beers
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Didn't know what life had in for us
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Starting out at St. Margarets
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Up there on that lonely hill
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I got my start in 1970
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Moved on down to Motley school
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Down to St. Willies from there
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The catholic golden rule got hooks in me
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Sister Robad, Ms. Coughlin, the teachers and their authority
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I put my fists up to them at every turn
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Savin Hill it was my start
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Beginning of a lifetime
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I still remember those days clearly
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Cannot forget my roots
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Or when it really started
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Savin Hill down by the beach
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Grades on to eight were nuts
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Hi-jinx, stunts and pranks pulled out
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Me and my cousin Bill, the terrible two
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Danny, Joey, Robby, John, Saxon and Victoria
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Many a long neck bottle cracked down there
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Savin Hill it was my start
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From the courts back to the park
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The weekend time seemed so damn free
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If you had my back, I took yours
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Our obligatory creed
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Savin Hill down by the beach
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Do you remember the tennis courts?
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The bungalow or Harpo's bench
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Do you remember jumping that bridge?
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The risks we took and our chances?
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GO!
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The later years brought on alcohol nights
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Coupled with petty arguments and barroom fights
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We never broke apart and we stood our ground
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If a cohort was lost he was found
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If things got hot, Dorchester stayed cool
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No other townies came toward us fools
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Savin Hill down by the beach
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It's these memories I'll go preach
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Savin Hill is where it all began
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