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I'm tired of being here 
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On this hill 
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No-one lives to be three hundered years 
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Like the way it used to be 

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I think they were giants 
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I think they were giants 

On this hill, nothing grows except greed 
You will stay to finish your work 
As long as need be 
As long as need be 

On a clear day 
I can see my old house 
and my wife in the front yard 
Talking with the friends 

We gathered in spring 
We gathered in spring 
We gathered in spring 
We gatehred in spring 

I'm tired of being here 
On this hill 
Where I'm sure to find my last meal 
No-one lives to be three hundred years 

On a clear day 
I can see my old house 
and my wife in the front yard 
Talking with the friends 

We gathered in spring 
We gathered in spring 
We gathered in spring 
We gatehred in spring