| Four walls surround, us with a glassy top
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| We’re going down
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| Or has the sky gone up?
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| Honey don’t interrupt me!
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| (Look at the cloud!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down…)
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| Honey don’t make me turn this thing around!
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| (Or is the sky, rising up?)
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| (Look at the top!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Honey don’t interrupt me!
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| (Or is the sky, rising?)
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| Just keep riding 'til you scrape the sky
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| There’s so many pies to try, in so little time
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| You won’t exactly taste none in your mouth
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| But anything worth reaching must, cut folk like us out
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| So honey stop your whining, wishing, scheming
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| Press a floor to waste your dreams in
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| (Look at the cloud…)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Honey don’t interrupt me!
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| (Or is the sky, rising up?)
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| (Look at the cloud!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Honey don’t try to turn this thing around!
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| (Or is the sky, rising?)
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| Just keep riding 'til your wonder stops
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| Boot straps up around your neck, in case the thing drops
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| No one exactly knows what’s at the top
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| But anything worth working for, must hide a whole lot
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| So honey stop that whining, wishing, dreaming
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| 'fore you make me start believing
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| You know we can’t stop it abruptly!
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| (Look at the top!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Now just how do we turn this thing around?
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| (Or is the sky, rising up?)
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| And are we going up or down?
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| (Look at the top!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Honey don’t interrupt me!
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| (Or is the sky, rising up?)
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| I’m trying to turn this thing around!
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| (Look at the top!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Honey come help me turn this thing around!
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| (Or is the sky, rising up?)
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| Are we going up or down?
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| (Look at the top!)
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| (Looks like, we’re going down!)
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| Honey just help me turn this thing around!
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| (Or is the sky, rising up?)
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| I think were going down!
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| Four walls surround, us with a glassy top
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| We’re going down…
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| And yes the sky’s gone up! |