Saw you standin in the pouring rain
Left my message on the window pain
Back on the street again
Back on the beat again
I'm back on the top again
Saw me climbing to the top of the hill
You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill
Learned my lesson and I had my fill
Learnt it all in vain
Went through it all again
Now I'm back on the top again
Always strivin, always climbing way beyond my will
Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow
What do you do when you get to the top and theres nowhere to go
Just how I get there will be anybodys guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin cain
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again
Always strivin, always climbing way beyond my will
Its the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill
Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow
Youll find out when you get to the top that theres nowhere to go
How you get there will be anybodys guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin cain
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again
Back on my feet again
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again
You came to see me when the moon was new Saw you standin in the pouring rain Left my message on the window pain Back on the street again Back on the beat again I'm back on the top again Saw me climbing to the top of the hill You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill Learned my lesson and I had my fill Learnt it all in vain Went through it all again Now I'm back on the top again Always strivin, always climbing way beyond my will Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow What do you do when you get to the top and theres nowhere to go Just how I get there will be anybodys guess With all the so called trappings of success Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill Too busy raisin cain I'm back on the street again I'm back on the top again Always strivin, always climbing way beyond my will Its the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow Youll find out when you get to the top that theres nowhere to go How you get there will be anybodys guess With all the so called trappings of success Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill Too busy raisin cain I'm back on the street again I'm back on the top again Back on my feet again I'm back on the street again I'm back on the top again Explain Request ×
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