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(d. gilmour / n. mason / r. waters / r. wright) |
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You say the hill's too steep to climb, |
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Climb it! |
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You say you'd like to see me try, |
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Climb it! |
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You pick the place and i'll choose the time |
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And i'll climb |
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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 treeline and the clouds |
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I look down hear the sound of the things you said today |
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Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling |
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Nothing waits, the magistrate turns 'round, frowning |
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I know the fool who wears the crown |
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Go down in your own way |
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And everyday is the right day |
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And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown |
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You look down |
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Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd |
