| I’m over the hill, under the bridge
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| Still a few peaks and valleys, I ain’t seen
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| You talk about love, I talk about love
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| I don’t know any better than to dream
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| I know your father’s house, it has many rooms
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| I see the young men sweeping up with their brooms
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| But if you want me
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| I’m over the hill
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| Yeah if you want me
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| I’m over the hill
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| I’m long in the tooth, and what can I say
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| I’ve taken huge bites of life and I ate the bones
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| The gristle and marrow feeds my soul
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| Gives me the strength to forgive all the sticks and stones
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| And what you see in me you think I see too
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| I didn’t get here telling stories for you
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| But if you want me
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| I’m over the hill
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| Yeah if you want me baby
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| I’m over the hill
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| I hear a distant cry
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| A tear forms in your eye
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| For the way things might have been
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| We can’t live that again
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| No time to fill the cup
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| No time to screw it up
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| We’ll have to place our bets
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| On a dog with no regrets
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| Well time won’t tell, heaven or hell
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| Time just pisses his secrets down the street
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| You talk about love, I talk about love
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| Sometimes I’ll even think we know what we mean
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| No band of angels bringing peace to the streets
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| We wear the garments and we shuffle our feet
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| But if you want me baby
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| I’m over the hill, yeah
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| But if you want me baby
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| I’m over the hill
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| Oh, I’m over the hill baby
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| I’m over the hill baby
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| I’m over the hill baby |