How the fog hangs above
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The cityscape
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There's a cloud of angels
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Above your bed tonight
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I'm watching through the window
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On the fire escape
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By the line weighing your laundry
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There's ripples in the bed sheets
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Like waves in a sea
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From every breathe you're taking
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I'm walking a tight rope
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Above the city
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Cars are passing by
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Beneath my feet
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I'm wanting you to walk with me
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On this wire, from tower to tower
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When the dusk settles in
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The torture begins
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In my chest the fire won't rest
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From the secrets that we kept
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There's a symphony of sirens
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Down on the street
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And all of the noise makes my ears ring
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These syncopated lights
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Have convinced my eyes
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That I've become hypnotized
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Tower
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Andrew Belle |