| When this old world starts a getting me down
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| And people are just too much for me to face
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| I’ll climb way up to the top of the stairs
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| And all my cares just drift right into space
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| On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be
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| And there the world below don’t bother me, no, no
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| So when I come home feeling tired and beat
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| I’ll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
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| I’ll get far away from the hustling crowd
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| And all the rat-race noise down in the street
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| On the roof, that’s the only place I know
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| Look at the city, baby
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| Where you just have to wish to make it so
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| Let’s go up on the roof
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| And at night the stars they put on a show for free
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| And, darling, you can share it all with me
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| That’s what I said
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| Keep on telling you
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| That right smack dab in the middle of town
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| I found a paradise that’s troubleproof
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| And if this old world starts a getting you down
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| There’s room enough for two
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| Up on the roof… |