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It may be the oldest city, but one place there always seems
new
Every time I climb those wooden steps where Kerry's servin'
a brew
The wind blows in off Matanzas Bay while Don is playin' a
tune
And I'm happily back at the Milltop on a Saturday afternoon.
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Because it's there because I've gone so long
That's just the reason I go, that's just the reason I go
Because it feels like one of my oldest friends
That's why I'll go back to the Milltop again.
I made some big decisions there back
in ‘78
In '92 there alone and blue sat and watched the Easter parade
Since '93 for my baby and me it's a regular summer stop
We leave the beach and walk the streets that lead to the Milltop.
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Copyright 2008
Mark Andrew Smith
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