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Four floors up from the charity board, |
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I saw a cut out of me, |
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And there I stood flat against the wall looking out the door, |
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To the busying street, |
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'cause everything's changing here |
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Oh it's changing here. |
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Now I've seen more than I want to see, |
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From the dizzying bleachers that rose up flat and strong right behind me, |
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They killed the highway breeze, |
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Now everything's moving here, |
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Oh it's moving here. |
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It seems we're alone. |
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Couldn't be good enough or big enough to make it my own, |
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Could've been a signpost, |
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Could've been a sailor, |
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A long thin boy but then I betrayed her, |
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Lie boy, your window's gone |
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And high, high, high, come back to the rest of us low |
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Shed you skin cause now, yeah it's time to go. |
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So bring with you all you want to do, |
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With your muscling bodies, |
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And your teachers bring you, |
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Fresh meat and you beaters too, |
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We'll bring the law out see, |
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'cause everything's moving here, |
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Oh it's moving here. |
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It seems we're alone |
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Chorus.. |
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Oh! we've fallen |
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Set my ladies and your calls are so, |
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Baby I need, 'cause you know, you know |
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You're alone, alone |