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Teardrop windows crying in the sky, he is all alone and wondering why |
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Ivory white, but feeling kinda blue, cause there's no one there to share the view |
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There's too many vacancies, he's been feeling all so empty |
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And when the sun sets over the Sound, he just goes to sleep |
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Built in boast, as the tallest on the coast |
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He was once the city's only toast |
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In old post cards, was positioned as the star, he was looked up to with fond regard |
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But in 1962 the Needle made it's big debut |
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And everybody forgot what it outgrew |
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He wonders where the workers are, who once filled every floor |
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The elevators operate, but don't much anymore, anymore, anymore |
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Teardrop windows crying in the sky, how the years have quickly passed him by |
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Gleaming white against the deepest baby blue, he is lonely just like me and you |
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There's too many vacancies, he's been feeling all so empty |
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When the sun sets over the Sound, he just goes to sleep |
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There's to many vacant seats, he's been feeling all so empty |
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And when the maids, they turn off the lights, he just goes to sleep |
