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[Verse 1]
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You say the hill's too steep to climb.....Chiding
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You pick the place and I'll choose the time.....And I'll climb that hill, in my own way
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I’ll wait around, for the right day.....And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
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I look down, hear the sound of the things you said, today

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd.....Smiling
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Merciless the magistrate turns 'round.....Frowning
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But who's the fool who wears the crown.....Go down, in your own way
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Where every day, is the right day.....And as you rise above the fear lines in his brow
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You look down, hear the sound of the faces in, the crowd