| Oh, I am broken, don’t try to fix me
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| 'Cause I’ve fallen from the sky and that’s a long way to fall
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| I’m scattered into pieces and you won’t find them all
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| But I can muster up the strength
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| To sing to you the song I sang
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| Way back when I was tall
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| Let me talk about my high place
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| It’s my place, I won’t come down
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| Build hedges all around
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| There’s only room for one of us in this town
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| I don’t know how long I’ve been here
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| I don’t care, I’m comfortable
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| Is it so terrible that I forgot what life is like on the ground?
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| I climbed up this ladder such a long time ago
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| The rusted rungs have rotted in the cold December snow
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| And it would take eternity to scrub them all clean
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| The only way down is to fall in your arms again
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| But then I wouldn’t win
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| Let me talk about my high place
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| It’s my place, you have to go
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| I’ll turn on my radio
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| And plug my ears so that I won’t even know
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| Let me talk about my high place
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| It’s my place, I won’t come down
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| Build hedges all around
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| There’s only room for one of us in this town
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| I don’t know how long I’ve been here
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| I don’t care, I am comfortable
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| Is it so terrible that I forgot what life is like on the ground?
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| Oh, I climbed up this ladder such a long time ago
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| The rusted rungs have rotted in the cold December snow
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| And it would take eternity to scrub them all clean
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| Oh, the only way down is to fall in your arms again
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| But then I wouldn’t win
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| Let me talk about my high place
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| It’s my place, you have to go
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| I’ll turn on my radio
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| And plug my ears so that I won’t even know
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| I’ll wear some earbuds and they won’t even show
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| I won’t even know, I won’t even know |