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Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky |
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With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by |
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A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I |
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When we're alone |
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From all of society, we'll stay aloof |
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And live in propriety there on the roof |
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Two heavenly hermits we will be in truth |
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When we're alone |
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We'll see life's mad pattern |
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As we view old Manhattan |
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Then we can thank our lucky stars |
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That we're living as we are |
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In our little penthouse, we'll always contrive |
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To keep love and romance forever alive |
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In view of the Hudson just over the drive |
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When we're alone |
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We can thank our lucky stars |
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That we're living as we are |
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In our little penthouse, we'll always contrive |
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To keep love and romance forever alive |
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In view of the Hudson just over the drive |
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When we're alone |
