| I’m here on the skyscraper
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| Standing a hundred floors higher
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| Around me thousands of people
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| Below in the streets of this town
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| They’re busy, have fun
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| And drive on their cars easy going
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| I’ll move just a step forward
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| And I’ll be among them, be down
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| But there’s a sunset so kitschy
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| A blood-colour red disk in the skyline
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| And a warm wind is bringing up
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| Some relief wave in my hair
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| It’s a summer-night summer wind
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| Maybe it’s trying to push me
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| But i’m freezingly sad
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| Not try to remind why I’m here
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| There is nothing holding me back
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| Below in this world now
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| But it’s hard to decide to leave it
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| To do it right now
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| So, I’m here on this skyscraper
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| Standing a hundred floors higher
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| Around me thousands of people
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| Below in the streets of this town
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| I’m looking down
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| I’m here for a long time now
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| The sun is set, it’s getting dark here
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| And a marvellous lightshow
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| All over the town left beyond
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| And I wonder about the number
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| Of people who live there
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| There are thousends and thousands
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| And I know just a hundred of them
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| And I’m gazing around
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| I’m wond’ring: What kind of a town
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| What a number of people
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| I don’t understand any longer my trouble:
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| It’s only one woman
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| And I wonder how simple the answer is
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| Why I can’t do it right now?
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| Why I’m still sitting here?
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| It’s so easy, a joke, and it’s better
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| I’m staying aliiiiive
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| There is no reason
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| For any suicide
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| Only, baby, because of
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| Someone like you
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| So, I’m leaving the roof
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| Of my scyscraper, back going downstairs
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| Maybe someone is waiting for me
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| In the streets of this town
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| I’m going down
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| There is no reason
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| For any suicide
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| Only, baby, because of
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| Someone like you
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| So, I’m leaving the roof
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| Of my scyscraper, back going downstairs
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| Maybe someone is waiting for me
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| In the streets of this town
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| I’m going down
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| I’m going down
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| I’m going down
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| I’m going down |