| There’s a hill I cannot get to
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| No matter how I try
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| Would you tell me the fastest way to you
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| And I’ll fly
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| On that hill you built a castle
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| Made of leaves and sticks and stones
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| You had no dreams of grandeur
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| Just a place to call your own
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| There you stood and saw the glory
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| On the land o’er which you reigned
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| There you stood and the glory and the pain, oh the pain
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| There you stood and saw the glory and the pain
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| There’s a hill across the ocean
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| Down a road that’s lined with green
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| It was there I first saw you
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| When I was eighteen
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| When you spoke I couldn’t hear you
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| I held the can up to my ear
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| All your words had gotten lost among
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| The tattered twine and tears
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| All of those days that we went swimming
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| I never could swim upstream like you
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| All of those nights that went diving
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| I never could dive as deep as you
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| How did I know that I was weary
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| I fell asleep right next you
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| All of that time my heart was heavy
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| I tried to climb your mountain
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| I pushed the rock uphill
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| Oh, I tried to climb your mountain
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| But I slipped against my will
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| So I found myself a backway
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| Saddled up my roan
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| Oh, I found myself a backway and
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| I made it to your home
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| But you were gone before I got there
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| Gone back from where you came
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| You were gone before I called your pretty name, pretty name
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| You were gone before I called your pretty name
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| Before you saw the glory and the pain |