| You got to go up
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| Up to the mountain top
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| And moon up above
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| Out of that underground parking lot
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| You used to call love
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| Now you got to wear the crown that they gave you
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| You haven’t got a prayer if you throw it away
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| Break the chains that enslave you
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| Celebrate this triumphant day
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| I lived like a millionaire
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| On my minimum wage
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| Killing time and just lling air
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| With my maximum rage
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| Then I heard the promises
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| After hearing the lies
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| Told by those Doubting Thomases
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| I’ve carried inside
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| Now you got to wear the crown that they gave you
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| You haven’t got a prayer if you throw it away
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| Break the chains that enslave you
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| Celebrate this triumphant day
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| Tune up your voices let the instruments play
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| Break the chains that enslave you
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| To celebrate this triumphant day |