| Hold — my — head up
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| Higher than the sky you lost my trust
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| Frost — bite — colder than zero degrees
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| I know — what you’re saying about me
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| So it won’t be right
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| Til' you figure out just why
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| You’re so bitter now
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| And you can’t deny
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| How many times i’ve tried
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| To keep my feet on the ground
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| Coz a world of glass houses
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| Is no place to grow
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| So what you doing about it?
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| Still throwing stones
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| When you going realise
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| You’re hurting inside
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| So don’t — don’t you throw — throw — those stones
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| Stand up i’m standing
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| Taller than you are — you look quite small
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| This could — be everything you want it to be
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| If you would just be happy for me
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| So it won’t be right
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| Til' you figure out just why
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| You’re so bitter now
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| And you can’t deny
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| How many times i’ve tried
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| To keep my feet on the ground
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| When it all comes tumbling down tumbling
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| You’ll be wondering — wondering
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| Why there’s nobody around
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| Turn back around
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| Still throwing stones
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| We gonna realise
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| You hurting inside
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| So don’t don’t you throw throw those stones |