(R.Mckuen)
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[Recorded March 21, 1969, Hollywood]
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My window looks out over the park,
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And every year I move another story up.
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So now I'm almost close enough
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To the roof of the sky to touch it.
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I could even move the clouds aside,
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But no clouds come, if they did, I'd welcome them.
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'Cause I have very few visitors here any more.
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There must be a highway somewhere, roads I've missed,
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Something more than sky out beyond the window.
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[music to the end]
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Out Beyond The Window
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| Frank Sinatra |
