| There’s a place out on the edge of town, sir
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| Risin' above the factories and the fields
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| Now ever since I was a child
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| I can remember that mansion on the hill
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| In the day you can see the children playing
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| On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel
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| Steel gates that completely surround, sir
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| The mansion on the hill
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| At night my daddy’d take me and we’d ride
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| Through the streets of a town, so silent and still
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| Park on a back road along the highway side
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| Look up at that mansion on the hill
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| In the summer all the lights would shine
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| There’d be music playin', people laughin' all the time
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| Me and my sister we’d hide out in the tall corn fields
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| Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
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| Tonight down here in Linden Town
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| I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill
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| There’s a beautiful full moon rising above
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| The mansion on the hill |