| Le Tour Eiffel
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| Neatly cut in three
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| Viewed from Trocadero
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| It’s an architect’s dream
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| The first level’s sturdy
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| And the second level’s fun
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| But that old third level
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| Is too high for some
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| Keep your hand on the rail
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| Keep your hand on the rail
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| Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
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| I’m up then I’m down, I’m full then I’m nothing
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| The levels and devils hiding in the beams
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| Keep your hands on the rail, you know that drop ain’t a dream
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| Oh, that drop ain’t a dream
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| Climbing up on high
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| With the grace of a pigeon
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| Stringing loose sentences
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| Making big decisions
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| Yah, I was walking down a road
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| Straight, flat, and free
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| Now I’m as high as a kite
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| Where I shouldn’t b
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| You know I never liked heights
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| In fact they chill me to the bone
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| Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
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| I’m up then I’m down, I’m full then I’m nothing
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| The levels and devils hiding in the beams
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| Keep your hands on the rail, you know that drop ain’t a dream
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| Oh, that drop ain’t a dream
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| The first level’s easy
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| Some cold tea and a giggle
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| The second level you got answers
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| But each question’s a riddle
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| And then you’re in the grip
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| Of momentum and booze
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| And you’re running up a staircase
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| And your hands are your shoes
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| Ah, fuck it
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| Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
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| I’m up then I’m down, I’m full then I’m nothing
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| The levels and devils hiding in the beams
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| Keep your hands on the rail
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| Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
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| I’m up then I’m down, I’m full then I’m nothing
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| The levels and devils hiding in the beams
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| Keep your hands on the rail, you know that drop ain’t a dream
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| Oh, that drop ain’t a dream, oh
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| Yeah |