West Hills

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I was born right here in Zion, God's own son
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His Holy Ghost stories and bloodshed   never scared me none
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While they bowed their heads on Sunday I cut out through the hedges and fields
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Where the light could place its hands on my head  in the West Hills

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Fr--ee in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills

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She's got two full-grown children, one still on the vine
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And once I got to know him I loved him like he was mine
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Some nights we drive up the mouth of the canyon on hillbilly heroin pills
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We get out and watch the sunset, peaceful and still

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And free in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills

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When the sheriff kicked my door  down, I was sleeping in my own bed
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And the mess I got caught up in, rained hard down on my head
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They got me for possession of them hillbilly heroin pills
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Enough to kill the horses that run free in the west hills

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They got me for possession of enough to kill the horses that run

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Fr--ee in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills

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If this life was meant for proving I could use more years to live
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But fifteen in a guardhouse, that's more than I'm willing to give
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And if there really is a judgement,    when He pulls my chart
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   He'll reject my actions,   but He will know my heart
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   And he'll prepare a place for me, where happiness instills
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And the light puts its loving hands on my head, free in the West Hills

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They got me for possession of enough to kill the horses that run

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Fr--ee in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills

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Fr--ee, fr--ee
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in the West Hills, in the West Hills,
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in the West Hills, in the West Hills,
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