From the height-est of heights
I'm just a cell in a cancer
I've had 30 whole years to get this right
But I'm still waking up to find
It gets boring just walking the lines
Still pacing the room in my underwears
With my "they can't see"s and "I don't care"s
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So if you're sitting up
Holding your life's work in your hands
And they're saying give it up
Every hair-brained scheme and plan
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Whoo!