Middle Of The Hill

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Intro: G9  G9/F#  Am4  Em

VERSE-LONG:
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When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a
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Hill not the top not the bottom but the middle and I
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Still remember where I cracked my head in the
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Vacant lot there's a row of tiny houses there
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Now and we used to light fires in the gutters and
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I could cool my head on the concrete steps but the

VERSE-B:
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Girl down the street hit my sister on the head with a
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Stick and we hid behind my father as he knocked on her
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Parents' door to tell them what she did but the
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Parents were drunk so they really didn't give a shit

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         And the

VERSE:
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Girl down the street said her dog couldn't bark 'cos a
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Man with an axe cut its voice box out but my
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Older sister told me that it prob'ly wasn't true and I
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Believed what she said 'cos she took me by the hand one

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Time when a coupla men drove down the hill in a
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White van said there was a phone box filled with
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Money 'round the corner and I would've gone along but she
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Took me by the hand to the house in the middle of the

LINK-2:
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Hill the middle of the hill the middle of the
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Hill     and our

VERSE:
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Mother knew the words to a lot of different songs and we
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Always sing the harmonies when we'd sing along she had
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Cool cool hands when the fever hit then the
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Noises that the trains made sounded like people in my

VERSE-B:
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Head and the stories that the ceiling told through the
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Pictures in the grains in the pinewood boards and I could
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Stay outside till the sky went red and I could
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Cool my head on the concrete steps and you

CODA:
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Never really see the top from the bottom I don't
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Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em you can
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Never really see the top from the bottom I don't
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Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't

TAG:
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Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't
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Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em (I) don't
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Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't
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Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em no

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