| 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 I swear
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| I’ve woke up happy thinking that I was there
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| It’s the place I love, it’s where I wanna be
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| And I won’t give up until 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 I will be
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| When the road goes no further than what I see
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| When past here it’s nowhere to go
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| And I ain’t gonna give up until 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 |