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On the outside I'm in the high rise |
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Headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting |
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See me in a white suit with a mirror tie |
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And you you-you-you |
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Elevate me |
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You throw off the shame |
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And you dance on stilts with me |
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And on the inside, I'm on my knees |
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Crawling an aching mile, living on the Bowery |
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Too sick to stand, to try to understand |
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But you you-you-you |
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Elevate me |
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You lift me high, just high enough to see |
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You you-you-you |
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Elevate me |
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You throw off the shame |
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And you dance on stilts with me |
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You throw off the shame |
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And you dance on stilts with me |
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And no one suspects a thing |
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They're all hiding just the same |
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They ache for an outbound train |
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And the wheels stopped turning in their brains |
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And you you-you-you |
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Elevate me |
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You lift me high, just high enough to see |
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You you-you-you |
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Elevate me |
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You throw off the shame |
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And you |
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You throw off the shame |
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And you dance on stilts with me |
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You elevate me |
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You elevate me |
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C'mon baby, dance on stilts, dance on stilts with me |
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You elevate me |
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You elevate me |