(alexander)
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the big man ain't so big no more
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he's curled up on the basement floor
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his worldly goods around his feet
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he's lost his mind trying to keep
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the more you gain, the more you pray
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nobody comes to take it all away
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but you're up there and I'm down here
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with just the stairs between our fears
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and walls made of foolish pride
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don't let me hide
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once I walked a troubled road
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crusading for a ransom owed
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but any source of real joy contains
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an initiation of pain
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the more you build, the more you stay
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behind to tend what you have made
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but you're up there and I'm down here
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with just the stairs between our tears
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and walls we can't see behind
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don't let me hide
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the more you live, the more you're sure
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some things are worth losing for
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but you're up there and I'm down here
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with just the stairs between our fears
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and walls we can live inside
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don't let me hide
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Don't let me hide
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| The Badlees |
