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Upwards and onwards |
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I'd rather fall to the ground and think again |
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And I'm hoping and praying |
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That those we've broken time will mending, amending |
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The king's new clothes have fallen to the ground |
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But my ears are deaf to your bright new sound |
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Upwards and onwards |
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I can't supress the guilt I feel inside |
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So I'm hoping that someday |
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I can return to resting, reposing |
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Resting, reposing |
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The king's new clothes have fallen to the ground |
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But my ears are deaf to your bright new sound |
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Upwards and onwards |
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Upwards and onwards |
