When the Pawn…

by Fiona Apple

When the pawn hits the conflicts
He thinks like a king
What he knows throws the blows

When he goes to the fight
And he’ll win the whole thing
‘Fore he enters the ring
There’s no body to batter
When your mind is your might

So when you go solo
You hold your own hand
And remember that depth

Is the greatest of heights
And if you know where you stand
Then you know where to land
And if you fall, it won’t matter
‘Cause you’ll know that you’re right

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