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Eight miles high, and when you touch down.
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You'll find that, it's stranger than known.
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Sign's in the street, that say where you're going.
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Are somewhere, just being their own.
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Nowhere is, there warmth to be found.
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Among those afraid, of losing their ground.
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Rain grey town, known for it's sound.
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In places, small faces unbound.
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Round the squares, huddled in storms.
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Some laughing, some just shapeless forms.
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Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines.
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Some living, some just stand alone.