| I live high
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| Oh my tin can up in the sky
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| All those people down below
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| Oh that city that I long to know
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| Moving fast, what’s their name?
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| Where they going and from which hole they came?
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| I’m no one but a face just a stranger in a stranger place
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| Breathing out, breathing in
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| Sun came up then it went down again
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| As I say I am a visitor here
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| I don’t mind
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| Oh my tin can up in the sky
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| All those people down below
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| Oh they’re just people that I long to show
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| That I’m fast, that I’m game
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| So much bigger than the hole I came
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| I’m not no one not empty space
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| Just a stranger in a strange strange place
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| Breathing in, breathing out
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| Sun came up and then the sun came down
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| And I sing I am a prisoner here
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| But I don’t mind
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| I live high
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| Oh my tin can up in the sky
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| All those people down below
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| Oh that city that I long to know
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| Moving fast, what’s their names?
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| Where they going and from which hole they came?
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| I’m no one but a face just a stranger in a stranger place
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| Breathing out, breathing in
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| Sun came up then went down again
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| As I say I am a visitor here
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| But I don’t mind |