43 lyrics for "To the old hill"

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been
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Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill? Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach? 'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me Hold on, shut up,
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To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh
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Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter Bone chilling nightfall Early evening sundowns Make nights seem more like borealis dreams My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry Everything I know, in body and soul Look to the river rushing
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Afterglow, we're ready for the afterglow We're ready for the afterglow Even though the dancing's done Don't worry 'cause the night is young Who cares where we go Someone hold the sunlight back 'Cause we want this light to last Smoke and lasers, love and
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Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh Hold the heavens from the earth For the mighty arms of Atlas I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way It was an April morning when they told us we should go As I turn to you, you smiled at me How
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To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh
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I don't know, no What you do? I never want it to ever be over I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on You short
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When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold Will you get cold feet Will you still be there if the ends don't meet
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New York, New York To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap Are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere Start spreading the news I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it, New
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