| Fourteen floors high
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| And I’ve lost my tongue
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| All I want is yesterday
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| And today has just begun
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| Newsprint and loose change
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| In the ashtray that’s my heart
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| This chain could stretch for evermore
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| Without an end without a start
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| Still this sickness lingers on
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| Sweat soaked dreams and I’m falling apart
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| Though I’ve looked a thousand times
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| Nothing human comes to mind
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| Fourteen floors high
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| And I’ve lost my tongue
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| All I want is yesterday
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| And today has just begun
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| Newsprint and loose change
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| In the ashtray that’s my heart
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| This chain could stretch for evermore
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| Without an end without a start
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| Feels like psychosis closing in
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| When all the world inspires is fright
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| No sense of freedom just denial
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| Why limit dreams to black and white |