| I see the city from my roof
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| Scrape the sky and pass the moon
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| I toss a brick and hit a bottle
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| I used to have such a fire-y soul
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| Now it’s full of cigarette holes
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| But scars tell better stories
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| You just cup her under water (?)
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| Your hope is just a dream
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| Till you mix truth and purity
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| What a hell of a hangover
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| You won’t find me underground
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| Oh on the rooftops I’ll be found
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| Well I’ll spit on your fuse
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| Twist you out under my shoe
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| You go ahead and knock it down child
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| It’s nothing new
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| I’ll just watch the buildings burn
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| So wake me up when you feed the earth
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| You say I sold my values, yeah but you paid for the view
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| It’s just copper under water
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| Your hope is just a dream
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| Till you mix truth and purity
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| What a hell of a hangover
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| You won’t find me underground
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| Oh on the rooftops I’ll be found
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| I see the city from my roof
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| Like a foreign land from a family room
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| Oh how I once detested
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| Its abuse now
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| The lights all look like stars
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| And there’s solace from afar
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| I toss the smoke and watch it tumble
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| Into the whisper of passing cars
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| Well on the rooftops I’ll be found
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| WELL ON THE ROOFTOPS I’LL BE FOUND (X2)
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| Well on the rooftops looking down |