| Yeah, somebody somewhere must have hurt you
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| You must have been really abused
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| A victim of your raising
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| Isn’t that your excuse
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| Towering fool?
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| In a dream I watched you inflict yourself
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| On everyone within reach
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| Now frozen in time I see it still
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| Like a movie
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| How long has it been since you shook the hand
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| Of those who fell under your feet
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| And how long has it been since you washed yours clean
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| From the blood and the dirt of the street
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| Did you really think you could just fly away
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| Fly right out of those blues
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| Did you, towering fool?
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| Don’t you know greatness comes to those who can hold it
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| Did it slip right through your hands
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| Did it brush your sleeve as it passed you by
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| Do you compare yourself now to then
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| All this pent up anger
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| Don’t you feel alone, ranger?
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| Don’t you, towering fool?
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| So you use every ounce of your energy
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| To keep those around you down
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| But there is a tear in the eye of the ring master
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| And a smile on the face of the clown
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| Yeah, you couldn’t see through your own arrogance
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| To what the whole world already knew
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| You had to keep pushing it past the point
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| Till it all crumbled down on you
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| Didn’t you, towering fool? |