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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Climbing.
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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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That 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 treelines and the clouds
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I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today.
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Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
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Smiling.
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Mercilessly the magistrate turns 'round
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Frowning.
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And who's the fool who wears the crown?
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You go down
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In your own way
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And every day is the right day
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And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
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You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.
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Fearless [Interpolating You'll Never Walk Alone]
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| Pink Floyd |
