| Somethin' threw me in the dirt.
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| Kinda got my feelings hurt.
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| Weed was burnin' somewhere down the wind.
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| I had to get up And climb that hill again.
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| Little Lucy’s such a doll,
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| Like to climb her garden wall.
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| But she only sees me as a friend.
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| I got to get up And climb that hill again.
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| I gotta bury my pride,
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| Drag this line
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| Over that hill
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| One more time.
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| Gotta get up in the mornin',
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| Make my way
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| Over that hill again.
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| I gotta bury my pride,
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| Drag this line
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| Over that hill
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| One more time.
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| Gotta get up in the mornin',
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| Make my way
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| Over that hill again.
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| Tempers flare and words are spoken.
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| You close one door and another opens.
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| You hear the music and you wander in.
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| You got to get up and climb that hill.
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| Get up and climb that hill.
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| You got to get up and climb that hill again. |