Half Mile Hill, eight years old
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Standing on top with the world below
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Me and my dad
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Talking man to man
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Suitcase packed, he was moving out
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Said, It's no one's fault, but I had my doubts
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And I have them still
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Up on Half Mile Hill
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Chorus:
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You can see the ball fields
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Watch the cars go 'round the courthouse
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See the sun go down
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Where the street lamps glow
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On those checkerboard roads
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Wishing I could fly like a cut-string kite
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Tapping on the floor of heaven
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Is anybody listening?
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Half Mile Hill, seventeen
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Tail end of summer, Angie and me
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Kicking beer cans off the side
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One last time
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She was wildcat tough, I was scarecrow thin
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We were thick as theives 'til the bitter end
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Trying to make time stand still
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Up on Half Mile Hill
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Repeat Chorus
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Hey all, you lovers and leavers
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Stuck in-betweeners
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Loners and stoners
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Old drunks and dreamers
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Rumbling and stumbling
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Always looking for something
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Past that no trespassing sign
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You can see the ball fields
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Watch the cars go 'round the courthouse
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See the sun go down
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Where the Street lamps glow
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On those checkerboard roads
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Wishing I could fly like a cut-string kite
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Tapping on the floor of heaven
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Tapping on the floor of heaven
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Is anybody listening?
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(Is anybody listening?)
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Up on Half Mile Hill
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Is anybody listening?
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(Is anybody listening?)
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Half Mile Hill
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David Nail |