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I live on the second floor |
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Of an old row house down in Baltimore |
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Watching all the colors and the shapes |
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Standing tall up here |
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My face against the window |
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Oooooo.... |
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My face against the window |
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Oooooo.... |
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These moments, they can never last |
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Like a sad old man with his photographs |
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Keeps wishing for the things he cannot change |
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Standing tall up here |
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My face against the window |
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Oooooo.... |
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My face against the window |
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Oooooo.... |
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So the architects and the engineers |
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Build their monuments, make their souvenirs |
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We are occupants |
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It's a trap, this town |
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We are burning up |
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We are fading out |
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We are shooting stars |
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Oooooo.... |
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Oooooo.... |
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Oooooo.... |
