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High on a hill where the city seems tame |
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Beyond the shimmer is where I sit and hide |
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Hush now people don't you cry, |
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It takes a hundred pleas to fetch me from the sky |
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Here, what's mine is mine |
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Only the angels sing of something even finer |
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Yes sir, I don't care for the common pace and the people still down there |
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Your lights do flicker in a code tonight |
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Even with your tune I still won't be all right |
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No fog or sleet will easily sway |
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My intentions of remaining above for one more day |
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Here, what's mine is mine |
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Only the angels sing of something even finer |
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Yes sir, I don't care for the common pace and the people still down there |
