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You say the hill's to steep to climb |
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Trying |
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You say you'd like to see me try |
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Climbing |
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You pick the place and I'll choose the time |
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And I'll climb the hill in my own way |
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Just wait a while for the right day |
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And as I rise above the treelines and the clouds |
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I look down hearing the sounds of the things you've said today |
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Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd |
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Smiling |
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Mercyless the magistrate turns round |
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Frowning |
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And who's the fool who wears the crown |
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Go down in your own way |
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And every day is the right day |
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And as you rise above the fearlines in his crown |
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You look down hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd |
