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If I said that most days I stir out of bed when it’s cold
Ready my steed in the dark
Tell me, do you stare as we canter and saunter around;
Have you seen me at all?

If you’re wanting a view, pay your tokens here too
I’m happy to talk from where I am
For years I’ve been appraising this town
And I’m not coming down
I see

From up here I see, people walk similarly
But surely there’s something diverse about me

Most days I know that
Most days I know
Most days are better than this one

If I said that most days I notice you trudging along
Would you look up or not?
World’s sorrow’s all very well
But you haven’t encountered the world

Come along we’ll eviscerate black and blue bodies
After bruises imagined have been thought away
You’re less hurt than you think, and less strong than you seem
A little like me
Maybe

Maybe there’s not much between you and me
Maybe there’s not much between you and me

Most days I know that
Most days I know
Most days are better than this one

For years I’ve been surveying this town
I don’t want to come down
Surely; surely, surely…

Surely there’s something distinct about me
If I said that most days I stir out of bed when it’s cold   Ready my steed in the dark   Tell me, do you stare as we canter and saunter around;   Have you seen me at all?      If you’re wanting a view, pay your tokens here too   I’m happy to talk from where I am   For years I’ve been appraising this town   And I’m not coming down   I see      From up here I see, people walk similarly   But surely there’s something diverse about me      Most days I know that   Most days I know   Most days are better than this one      If I said that most days I notice you trudging along   Would you look up or not?   World’s sorrow’s all very well   But you haven’t encountered the world      Come along we’ll eviscerate black and blue bodies   After bruises imagined have been thought away   You’re less hurt than you think, and less strong than you seem   A little like me   Maybe      Maybe there’s not much between you and me   Maybe there’s not much between you and me      Most days I know that   Most days I know   Most days are better than this one      For years I’ve been surveying this town   I don’t want to come down   Surely; surely, surely…      Surely there’s something distinct about me