Looking out on these back streets that you brought me,
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All I see has been bought, kept for safety,
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Trade the rift of the change for the landing,
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Save the light for the few that's left standing.
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Chorus:
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You tried to tell me
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these are the good times,
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Guess we'll find out
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Down the line, down the line
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Walking out used to be so easy
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Close the door while the light was still fading
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But those times seem to fade into memories
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And bring us here while those streets are left sleeping
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Chorus
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It's what we left behind.
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It's what we found inside
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So what is on your mind
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Now that we're wasted, and sitting on top of the world
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Sitting on top of the world
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Sitting on top of the world
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Sitting on top of the world
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Sitting on top of the world
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Sitting On Top of The World
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