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"I'm tired of being here
On this hill
No-one lives to be three hundered years
Like the way it used to be | | I think they were giants
I think they were giants | On this hill, nothing grows except greed
You will stay to finish your work
As long as need be
As long as need be | | On a clear day
I can see my old house
and my wife in the front yard
Talking with the friends | We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gatehred in spring | | I'm tired of being here
On this hill
Where I'm sure to find my last meal
No-one lives to be three hundred years | On a clear day
I can see my old house
and my wife in the front yard
Talking with the friends | | We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gatehred in spring
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hella ga*