| Wake up, look out your window
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| We’re so high above it now
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| Don’t you love flying at night
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| Marveling down at the lights of the grid
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| Fills me with wonder, awe and despair
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| It’s so easy to love everyone from up here
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| Skyscrapers contrails white noise dark spaces
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| Between places it’s so easy to love from up here
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| You copy you paste you lose
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| Who’s gonna know, gonna know, gonna know
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| How it was, how it was, how it was
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| Who’s gonna know, gonna know, gonna know
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| How we were, how we were, how we were
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| Down on the ground we fall over
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| Each other sidewalks like tightropes
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| Build temples and tantrums
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| But we don’t touch, don’t touch
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| But blue screen once upon a dream
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| It’s so easy to love, easy to love from up here
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| Who’s gonna know, gonna know, gonna know
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| How it was, how it was, how it was
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| Who’s gonna know, gonna know, gonna know
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| How we were, how we were, how we were
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| And when we came it was easy
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| So high we were, so high we were
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| And when we laughed it was easy
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| So high we were, so high we were
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| Who’s gonna know, gonna know, gonna know
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| How it was, how it was, how it was
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| Who’s gonna know, gonna know, gonna know
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| How we were, how we were, how we were
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| Wake up, look out your window
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| We’re so high above it now |