You¡¯re on top of the world,
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But the world you¡¯re on top of
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Is thinking.
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That the birds way below in the sky,
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They are singing of change.
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It was only the top of the world,
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Only the top of the world.
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All the days floating by,
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In some ever blue sky from your window.
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And you don¡¯t have the strength
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For the fight of the hate locked in still nights.
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It was only the top of the world,
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Only the top of the world.
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So you seek and you fly,
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When there¡¯s nothing else left to hold on to.
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But you both have the love
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In the little round eyes to remind you.
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It was always the top of the world,
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Always the top of the world,
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Always the top of the world,
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Always the top of the world.
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Top of the World
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| Mostly Autumn |
