| It’s a long way down from the top to the bottom
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| And I’m slipping all the time
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| So many people around me
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| Trying to take whats really mine
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| I made it all alone
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| Not a single helping hand
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| So many people are afraid of
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| The things they don’t understand
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| Everybody’s trying to do you in
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| All the losers down below
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| Trying to drag you back there again
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| It’s a long, long lonely drop
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| And I feel I’m slipping day by day
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| My number isn’t listed
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| But they stop me in the street
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| Catch me in the elevator
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| Now they’re turning on the heat
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| I think I’m going crazy
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| But I know I’m not alone
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| There’s a private detective in the car behind
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| And a bugging device on the phone
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| Everybody’s trying to do you in
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| All the losers down below
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| Trying to drag you back there again
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| It’s a long, long lonely drop
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| And I feel I’m slipping day by day
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| Everybody’s trying to do you in
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| All the losers down below
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| Trying to drag you back there again
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| It’s a long, long lonely drop
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| And I feel I’m slipping day by day |