I live on the second floor
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Of an old row house down in Baltimore
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Watching all the colors and the shapes
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Standing tall up here
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My face against the window
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Oooooo....
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My face against the window
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Oooooo....
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These moments, they can never last
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Like a sad old man with his photographs
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Keeps wishing for the things he cannot change
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Standing tall up here
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My face against the window
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Oooooo....
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My face against the window
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Oooooo....
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So the architects and the engineers
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Build their monuments, make their souvenirs
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We are occupants
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It's a trap, this town
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We are burning up
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We are fading out
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We are shooting stars
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Oooooo....
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Oooooo....
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Oooooo....
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Architects & Engineers
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| Guster |
