| Your face is looking like
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| Someone you forgot you used to know
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| You were looking for rhymes and reason
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| They forgot the things you used to know
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| You came to rely on good fortune
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| Your mother’s screaming low
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| With the sky in the eye
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| And jump through the window
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| You’ve made your own room at the top
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| But it’s getting thin on air
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| Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
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| And when you’re feeling fit to drop
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| And you find there’s no one there
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| Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
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| You don’t wanna shout about it
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| But it’s nothing you care to know
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| Your friends they just laugh about it
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| In the places that you never go
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| You cannot deny your good fortune
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| Your friends they won’t let go
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| See your hair is in place
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| And see away from the window
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| You’ve made your own room at the top
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| But it’s getting thin on air
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| Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
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| And when you’re feeling fit to drop
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| And you find there’s no one there
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| Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
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| You’re the judge how high it hangs
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| When your castle’s made of sand
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| Because the people who kill the king
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| Are the people who move from within
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| You can’t rely on good fortune
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| Your friends are crying low
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| Kick your feet from the chair
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| And let it slip from the gallow
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| You’ve made your own room at the top
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| But it’s getting thin on air
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| Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
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| And when you’re feeling fit to drop
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| And you find there’s no one there
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| Still you look at me from your most expensive chair |