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Well, I saw an old man |
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walking in my place |
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And he looked at me, |
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it could have been my face |
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His words were kind |
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but his eyes were wild |
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He said: I got load to love, |
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but I want one more child. |
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There's a mansion on the hill |
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Psychedelic music fills the air |
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Peace and love live there still |
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In that mansion on the hill. |
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Around the next bend, |
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take the highway to the sun |
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Or the rocky road, |
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it really don't matter |
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which one |
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I was in hurry |
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but that don't matter now |
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'Cause I have to get off |
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that road of tears somehow. |
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There's a mansion on the hill |
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Psychedelic music fills the air |
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Peace and love live there still |
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In that mansion on the hill. |
