Eight Miles High

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Eight miles high, and when you touch down.

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You'll find that, it's stranger than known.

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Sign's in the street, that say where you're going.

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Are somewhere, just being their own.

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Nowhere is, there warmth to be found.

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Among those afraid, of losing their ground.

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Rain grey town, known for it's sound.

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In places, small faces unbound.

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Round the squares, huddled in storms.

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Some laughing, some just shapeless forms.

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Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines.

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Some living, some just stand alone.