| I don’t respect how this city works
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| But I’ve learned how to milk it for all its worth
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| Opinion doesn’t matter, nor does life
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| But I got a plan, and in the dead of night
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| I’m gunna climb to the top and find my freedom
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| Break in through the spire and find my freedom
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| Crack open the vault and find my freedom
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| Steal the lot and find my freedom
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| Here, at the top of the world
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| What’s the point anyway?
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| For the promise of gold
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| I fear I forgot how to fake being human
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| Maybe I’m too old, irrelevant, or dying
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| Still these great walls will replace me soon
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| Throw me out with the trash — won’t even be recycled
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| Just a step to the left, no-one's watching
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| Gravity does the rest, no-one's watching
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| Then I’ll be free, no-one's watching
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| Half a mile release, no one’s watching
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| Here, at the top of the world
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| What’s the point anyway?
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| For the promise of gold
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| Here, at the top of the world
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| Why did I climb so high?
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| For the promise of gold
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| MIDDLE 8/
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| Teach the kids to pucker up and maybe they’ll survive
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| Freedom comes from kissing concrete from half a mile high
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| We can’t climb any higher
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| In the blink of an eye from the tallest spire
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| Floating through ash clouds, falling though haze
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| Absorbed into the static, drift away
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| Here, at the top of the world
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| What’s the point anyway?
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| For the promise of gold
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| Here, at the top of the world
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| Why did I climb so high?
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| For the promise of gold
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| OUTRO/
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| Teach the kids to pucker up and maybe they’ll survive
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| Freedom comes from kissing concrete from half a mile high |