| You came to see me when the moon was new
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| Saw you standin' in the pouring rain
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| Left my message on the window pain
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| Back on the street again
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| Back on the beat again
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| I’m back on the top again
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| Saw me climbing to the top of the hill
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| You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill
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| Learned my lesson and I had my fill
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| Learnt it all in vain
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| Went through it all again
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| Now I’m back on the top again
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| Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will
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| Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
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| Always seeming, like I’m moving but I’m really going slow
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| What do you do when you get to the top and there’s nowhere to go
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| Just how I get there will be anybody’s guess
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| With all the so called trappings of success
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| Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
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| Too busy raisin' Cain
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| I’m back on the street again
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| I’m back on the top again
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| Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will
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| It’s the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill
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| Always seeming, like I’m moving but I’m really going slow
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| You’ll find out when you get to the top that there’s nowhere to go
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| How you get there will be anybody’s guess
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| With all the so called trappings of success
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| Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
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| Too busy raisin' Cain
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| I’m back on the street again
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| I’m back on the top again
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| Back on my feet again
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| I’m back on the street again
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| I’m back on the top again |