One, two, three, four
You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climbing
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sounds of all the things you've said today
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
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