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Misty eyes on a misty day |
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Come across a place like this along your way |
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You walk straight in to that sweet and tender trap |
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And you know you're lost and found |
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And there ain't no going back |
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Spend the rest of your days playing all the hardest games |
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Just to get back to that place again |
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And memories oh how they stick to you |
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You know there ain't a thing, not a single thing you can do |
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On Chisel hill |
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I've been ten thousand miles from this place and seen it |
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I swear I've woke up happy thinking that |
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I was there |
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It's the place |
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I love, it's where |
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I wanna be |
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And I won't give up until |
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I get to see |
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A little something in there to call my own |
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Pass the time of day and head off home |
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The evening shadows on the dry stone walls |
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The night draws in and the ale house calls |
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And happy |
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I will be |
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When the road goes no further than what |
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I see When past here it's nowhere to go |
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And I ain't gonna give up until |
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I get see |
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Those angel eyes looking up at me |
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The prince of peace and time is standing still |
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On Chisel hill |