| And he sits in the grand stand alone
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| He’s got this big smile on his face
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| He feels like he’s just come home
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| Feels like he’s finally, finally found his place
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| In the sun, he has won
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| He’s the King of the mountain alone
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| Pigeons fighting over scraps, yeah
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| Humans they say do not
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| Hiding from life and little naps
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| Waking up to find
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| You have been caught, you have been bought, yeah
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| You’re the King of some mountain alone
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| Mmm …
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| Empty wrappers blowin’past him in the breeze
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| He can still hear last Sunday roar
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| He sits there and pulls his coat tighter over his knees
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| And he listens to these people who aren’t there anymore
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| They were only there for
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| The King of the mountain alone |