| The setting sun rings in shadows
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| The face of a little man
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| Consumed by insecurity
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| The world is such a threat
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| He tries to quell the voices
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| But isn’t sure he can
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| So he’ll do his best to control
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| Or pick up his toys and go home
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| The world must be so frightening
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| To make him feel so small
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| A pathetic situation
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| He doesn’t matter at all
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| The rising sun bathes in light
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| The face of an arrogant man
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| Striving in the shadows
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| Cast by his success
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| He tries to reinvent himself
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| But isn’t sure he can
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| So he tries to stand so tall
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| Because he knows he’s small
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| This world must be so fragile
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| To make him feel so weak
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| Laughable but tragic
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| Vainglorious but bleak
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| Shelley wrote the story
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| Two legs in the sand
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| Your monument is fleeting
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| And everything must end
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| Our legacy is writ by
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| And relayed by those who knew
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| Will anyone be left who has
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| A favorable view of you?
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| Spare me from your childishness
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| And petty insecurities
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| Take your grand illusions
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| And stay the hell away from me
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| Shelley wrote the story
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| Two legs in the sand
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| Your monument is fleeting
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| And everything must end
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| Our legacy is writ by
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| And relayed by those who knew
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| Will anyone be left who has
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| A favorable view of you?
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| Pride will come before the fall
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| Two legs in the sand
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| The rising sun is setting
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| And everything must end
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| The mark of what we’ve done in life
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| Is viewed through others' eyes
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| And the truth of all your actions
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| Will cut you down to size |