I live in a building where nobody knows me,
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I go to bed early, I sleep in my clothes.
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At night I hear screaming down in the street,
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I dream that I'm slipping, I reach for my feet.
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Precious, we are falling down,
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catch us.
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I fill in the holes in my vision with dexedrine,
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the landscape spins sideways, the movies and magazines
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whisper as they hide on soft silky surfaces
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surely my neighbors and friends have ther purposes here.
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The building is maddening, thirty floors high
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they are building a needle that pierces the sky
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like a cold vaccination, like a smile through a polaroid,
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surely my neighbors and friends want to be destroyed.
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Precious, we are falling down,
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catch us.
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Oh no, down we go again.
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Lend me a leaf from the rill,
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lifting the dreams from you,
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they sift through the meshes of the ancient afternoon.
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Leave me alone for awhile,
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leave me alone with your smile,
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and listen to the breaking,
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all the buildings we are making will be gone.
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Precious, we are falling down, falling down,
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catch us.
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Oh, Precious
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Okkervil River |