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Mole Hill, I’ve been to your mole hill, where criticism gets spilled all day long. Sit still, I make you feel ill, now get behind some wheels, be gone.

Mole Hill, how do you think I feel, I think I’ve had my fill of your fun. Mole Hill, I’m making mountains out of mole hills, and I think that now I’ll go be one.

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from New England Music (1996), released May 21, 1996

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