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You say the hill's too steep to climb Climb it! You say you'd like to see me try Climb it! You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb that hill in my own way Just wait a while, for the right day And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds I look down, hear the sound of the things you said today Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd Smiling Merciless, the magistrate turns round Frowning And who's the fool who wears the crown And go down in your own way And everyday is the right day And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown You look down Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd From Letras Mania