| On the outside I’m in the high rise
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| Headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting
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| See me in a white suit with a mirror tie
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| And you you-you-you
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| Elevate me You throw off the shame
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| And you dance on stilts with me And on the inside, I’m on my knees
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| Crawling an aching mile, living on the Bowery
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| Too sick to stand, to try to understand
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| But you you-you-you
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| Elevate me You lift me high, just high enough to see
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| You you-you-you
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| Elevate me You throw off the shame
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| And you dance on stilts with me You throw off the shame
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| And you dance on stilts with me And no one suspects a thing
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| They’re all hiding just the same
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| They ache for an outbound train
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| And the wheels stopped turning in their brains
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| And you you-you-you
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| Elevate me You lift me high, just high enough to see
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| You you-you-you
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| Elevate me You throw off the shame
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| And you
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| You throw off the shame
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| And you dance on stilts with me You elevate me You elevate me
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| C’mon baby, dance on stilts, dance on stilts with me You elevate me You elevate me |