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I live in a building where nobody knows me |
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I go to bed early, I sleep in my clothes |
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At night I hear screaming down in the street |
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I dream that I'm slipping, I reach for my feet |
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Precious, we are falling down |
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Catch us |
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I fill in the holes in my vision with dexedrine |
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The landscape spins sideways, the movies and magazines |
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Whisper as they hide on soft silky surfaces |
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Surely my neighbors and friends have their purposes here |
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The building is maddening, thirty floors high |
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They are building a needle that pierces the sky |
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Like a cold vaccination, like a smile through a polaroid |
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Surely my neighbors and friends want to be destroyed |
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Precious, we are falling down |
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Catch us |
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Oh, no, down we go again |
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Lend me a leaf from the rill, lifting the dreams from you |
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They sift through the meshes of the ancient afternoon |
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Leave me alone for awhile, leave me alone with your smile |
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And listen to the breaking, all the buildings we are making will be gone |
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Precious, we are falling down, falling down |
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Catch us |
