| High rise
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| The wind is calling
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| Now and forever tonight
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| Tonight, tonight
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| She lies and waits for morning
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| Now her days are habit forming
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| Tranquilized and tied to lies
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| With modern children, oh, no
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| Pushing me, pushing me, push
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| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| Sending me higher
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| They keep pushing me, pushing me, push
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| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| Into the fire
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| Don’t look down
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| Oh, for fear of falling
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| Now and forever tonight
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| Tonight, tonight
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| She lies and dreams of lovers
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| So relies, believes in others
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| Days for days in rooms with views
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| And dreams of falling, oh, no
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| Pushing me, pushing me, push
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| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| Sending me higher
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| They keep Pushing me, pushing me, push
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| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| Into the fire
|
| She lies and waits for morning
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| Now her days are habit forming
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| Wasted days in rooms with views
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| And fear of falling, oh, no
|
| Pushing me, pushing me, push
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| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| Sending me higher
|
| They keep Pushing me, pushing me, push
|
| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| Into the fire
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| Oh, pushing me, pushing me, push |
| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah
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| They keep Pushing me, pushing me, push
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| Pushing me, pushing me, yeah |