| Take me back to the evening that it all began
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| There was you and me and some drunkards in a black London taxi cab
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| And we said, «Driver, over the hill
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| There’s a place where time stands still»
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| I quicken your pace there
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| Put your foot down, driver, get us over the hill
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| Though I built up a wall around me, you just blew it down
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| And my mother always told me that you’d come and dig me out of here somehow
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| She told me somewhere, over the hill
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| There’s a place where time stands still
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| Follow your fate there, but don’t rush it
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| You’ve got time to get over the hill
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| Climbing higher, got no place to rest
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| I’m just climbing higher, aiming for the mountain crest
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| It’s up there, the panacea, come and see for yourself
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| I’ve got nothing for you but kisses and a pocketful of rye
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| But I see our unborn children in the apple of your eye
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| And I say «Darling, over the hill
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| There’s a place where time stands still»
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| Let’s have a race there, come on, boy
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| I’ll chase you up over the hill
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| Let’s have a race there
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| I’ll chase you up over the hill |