| Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
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| With the barkers and the colored balloons
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| You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain
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| Though you’re thinking that
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| It’s so noisy at the fair
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| But all your friends are there
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| And the candy floss you had
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| And your mother and your dad
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| Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
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| With the barkers and the colored balloons
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| You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain
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| Though you’re thinking that
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| There’s a girl just down the aisle
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| Oh to turn and see her smile
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| You can hear the words she wrote
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| As you read the hidden note
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| Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
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| With the barkers and the colored balloons
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| You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain
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| Though you’re thinking that
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| Now you’re underneath the stairs
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| And you’re giving back some glares
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| To the people who you met
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| And it’s your first cigarette
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| Oh to live on Sugar Mountain
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| With the barkers and the colored balloons
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| You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain
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| Though you’re thinking that
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| You’re leavin' there too soon
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| You’re leavin' there too soon |