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G C Bb

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling.

Merciless the magistrate turns round

Frowning.

A D G C

And who’s the fool who wears the crown?

No doubt,

In your own way

And every day is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow

D C G

You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.

Pink Floyd - Fearless

G C Bb

You say the hill's too steep to climb

Climb it

You say you'd like to see me try

Climbing

A D G C

You pick the place and I'll choose the time

And I’ll climb that hill in my own way

Just wait awhile for the right day

And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds

D C G

I'll look down hear the sounds of the things you said today

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