You pick the place and Ill choose the time
And Ill climb
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things youve said to
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day.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns round
Frowning.
And whos the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.