| The hill we climbed, when we were young, aside a sea in Ireland
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| It seemed so tall to children, you pulled me up to roll me down
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| A drive to Fore, an Abby stone, a jump, a photograph all our own
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| Now we hold to what we lost, a memory like fire in our minds
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| It’s true, it’s true, we learned to live through you
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| It’s true, it’s true, we learned to live through you
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| Been known to use some hope and truth to get the days to turn around
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| And if it’s lost, it’s time to move
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| I fear we’re stretched too thin now
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| It’s true, it’s true, we learned to live through you
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| It’s true, it’s true, we learned to live through you
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| And if I’d go on today, I’d work for simple life
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| And I’d find a way to walk amongst all the tall pines
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| And now I’m gonna lead a life alone, I’ll walk along the edge
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| And I’m gonna turn my eyes to you, it’s true |