| It’s lonely at the top
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| Of that upside down mountain
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| Watch the sunrise from a window, this room
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| If the paramedics stop
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| The soul goes on without them
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| In a wicker basket tied to a balloon
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| There are no boundaries to love
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| The heart can’t comprehend the panorama
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| I took it on the chin
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| From some secondhand feeling
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| Sorrow handed down
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| To me it felt brand new
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| Tiny violins or some summer insects listening
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| Another season leaving us too soon
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| Freedom’s the opposite of love
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| You’ll never keep it through the paranoia
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| Standing on the edge
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| Of a million landscapes emptying
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| The water from the glacier fills my shoes
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| Laying in your bed
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| My dreams are sex and violence
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| I chase the rapist chasing after you
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| There is no dignity in love
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| Trade every scrap to get some absolution
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| Until then I’m walking out the door
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| Until then I’m running through the airport
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| Until then I’m waiting 'round for no one |