| Down here at the bottom
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| When you’re staring at the top
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| With a head full of ideas
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| I’m only flesh and blood
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| On an eiderdown of glory
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| And a pillow of desire
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| Drifting on an ocean
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| And the waves wash through my mind
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| Something haunts us, kicks the stars from our skies
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| Blows the lights out with a whisper and sighs
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| If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| Well, I was nearly me and you were nearly you
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| The nearly man was nothing, he was never any use
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| Beaten down by generations, of generations beaten down
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| There’s nothing I can promise that my conscience will allow
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| Something haunts us, kicks the stars from our skies
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| Blows the lights out with a whisper and sighs
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| If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
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| And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down |