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Well, I could hear it when the river's crying |
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And I could see it through the fog |
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And I could reach into magnetic fields, now |
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To steal a hammer and a gun |
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For heavy engine down |
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Yes, I will find a new |
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I'm going over the hills now |
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I'm going into the blue |
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And I will tell it to the mighty wind that |
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I have betrayed it once again |
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And I will listen to the backwards music |
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With a propeller in my hand |
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For every child in tears |
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I will throw down a hand |
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I'm going over the hills now |
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I'm going over as planned |
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And every morning |
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I will push a button |
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And bring the sun above our head |
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And with a smiling face |
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I drew upon it |
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I will consider it as sin |
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That every lie |
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I tell Will arrive like it's true |
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I'm going over the hills now |
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I'm going into the blue |
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Oh, honey! |
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And I will hijack every morning railroad |
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Perhaps I'll die upon that train |
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Perhaps I'll turn the wheel to slide it over |
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Into the long and narrow grade |
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And I would bounce the moon |
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On the earth if |
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I could I'm going over the hills now |
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I'm going over now for good |
