I've spent a few years up above
And I don't miss a thing
I'll sell it all now for a buck
Don't you get tired and angry
And flat out unamused
Maybe that's the price of being you
I've spent a few good years alone
And I won't go off running I'm much too far from home
Maybe here's my lesson in staging
The crowd won't know your name
Maybe that's the price you'll have to pay
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