| How the fog hangs above the cityscape
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| There’s a cloud of angels above your bed tonight
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| I’m watching through the window
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| On the fire escape
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| By the line weighing your laundry
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| There’s ripples in the bed sheets
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| Like waves in a sea
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| From every breath you’re taking
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| I’m walking a tight rope above the city, city
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| Cars are passing by beneath my feet, oh, feet
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| I’m wanting you to walk with me
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| Oh, to walk with me on this wire
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| From tower to tower
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| When the dusk settles in
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| The torture begins
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| In my chest the fire won’t rest
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| From the secrets that we kept
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| There’s a symphony of sirens down on the street
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| And all of the noise makes my ears ring
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| These syncopated lights have convinced my eyes
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| That I’ve become hypnotized
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| I’m walking a tight rope above the city, city
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| Cars are passing by beneath my feet, oh, feet
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| I’m wanting you to walk with me
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| Oh, to walk with me on this wire
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| From tower to tower
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| I’m walking a tight rope above the city, city
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| Cars are passing by beneath my feet, oh, feet, oh
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| I’m wanting you to walk with me
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| Oh, to walk with me on this wire
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| From tower to tower |