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Fearless - Pink Floyd

You say the hill’s too steep to climb, chiding
You say you’d like to see me try, climbing
You pick the place and I’ll choose the time 
And I’ll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day 
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds 
I look down hear the sound of the things you’ve said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling 
Merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning
And who’s the fool who wears the crown
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 hear the sound of the faces in the crowd