| Four floors up from the charity board,
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| I saw a cut out of me,
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| And there I stood flat against the wall looking out the door,
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| To the busying street,
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| 'cause everything’s changing here
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| Oh it’s changing here.
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| Now I’ve seen more than I want to see,
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| From the dizzying bleachers that rose up flat and strong right behind me,
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| They killed the highway breeze,
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| Now everything’s moving here,
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| Oh it’s moving here.
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| It seems we’re alone.
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| Couldn’t be good enough or big enough to make it my own,
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| Could’ve been a signpost,
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| Could’ve been a sailor,
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| A long thin boy but then I betrayed her,
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| Lie boy, your window’s gone
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| And high, high, high, come back to the rest of us low
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| Shed you skin cause now, yeah it’s time to go.
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| So bring with you all you want to do,
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| With your muscling bodies,
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| And your teachers bring you,
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| Fresh meat and you beaters too,
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| We’ll bring the law out see,
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| 'cause everything’s moving here,
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| Oh it’s moving here.
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| It seems we’re alone
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| Chorus.
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| Oh! |
| we’ve fallen
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| Set my ladies and your calls are so,
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| Baby I need, 'cause you know, you know |
| You’re alone, alone |