| Away from the noise and up above the mad rushin' crowd
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| There’s a place where a little guy can stand mighty tall and proud
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| And sometimes late, late, late in the evenin'
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| When there’s nobody else around
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| I can be found lookin' down on the town
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| High on a hilltop
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| There’s a half million people all scramblin' 'round down there below
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| Just a face in the crowd there I was just an hour ago
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| But now late, late, late in the evenin'
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| When the world’s got the best of me
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| Oh, and I got to be free that’s where I’ll be
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| High on a hilltop
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| High on a hilltop, baby
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| High on a hilltop
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| High on a hill top, oh yeah
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| I can find peace of mind in the shade of a big oak tree
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| And when it comes my time that’s where God’s gonna look for me
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| And everyday late, late, late in the evenin'
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| Let the rest of the world go by
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| And I won’t cry up next to the sky
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| High on a hilltop
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| High on a hilltop, baby
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| Why don’t you come along?
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| That’s where we belong
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| Yeah, yeah, way up high
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| You can take my hand
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| Walk this land, yeah
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| High on a hilltop
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| Drop what you’re doin', now
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| Meet me up there
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| Oh, where the air is rare
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| You can see everythin', yeah, yeah
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| High on a hilltop
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| High on a hilltop
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| High on a hilltop
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| High on a hilltop |