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Each platform a conquest you aim for. |
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Each step an honor worth killing for. |
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Your stock will not rise and not fall. |
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If you sell them short |
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and pull them off the wall. |
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Climbing on back of the broken. |
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Scraping, you're gaining traction. |
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It's easy the path to summit. |
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The apex of social ranking. |
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Still standing, the towers been raised up. |
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Your goal, a perfect view from the top. |
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Can't stop, you know you can't wait. |
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Or you'll be pulled down by the ones you've |
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disgraced. |
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Tremors! you feel vibrations growing. |
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Status forgotten, panic grips you tight. |
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Not tight enough, not soon enough. |
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No rescue coming, you're on your own. |
