| I can see the city light,
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| From where I stand on the top floor,
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| And I’m not sure if I’m dead,
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| I raise my hands to the clouds,
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| To check if heaven is with me now,
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| Cos the devil’s in my bed,
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| And she won’t love me,
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| Like she could,
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| And she won’t hold me,
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| Like you would,
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| I bid this city goodnight,
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| And cover street lamps just like my eyes,
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| When it’s quiet I’ll go,
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| And say my sweetest goodbye,
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| Under billboards are fast food and mobile phones,
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| Cos they won’t treat me,
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| Like they should,
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| Cos they don’t need me,
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| Like you would,
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| My toes curl, clutch to the edge,
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| And filled up with regret,
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| Could you forgive me yet,
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| Would you know if I fell,
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| From this hotel? |