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But meanwhile downstairs, I'm setting up shop |
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A little too proud to let the matter drop |
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And I can hear you up there |
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Isn't it romantic? |
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You're huffing and puffing rearranging |
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Deck chairs on the titanic |
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And I reach for a glass of cool water drawn |
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From the rivers of babylon |
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And meanwhile outside, the stars have come out |
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And the humid summer air pulls at the ring in my snout |
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And you stand at your window looking down |
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And I spread wide my arms |
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Jump if you want to jump, jump if you want to |
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The water's warm |
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I know |
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I know 'cause I've been swimming |
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Blindly along through the rivers of babylon |
