Eight miles high and when you touch down You'll find that it's stranger than known Signs in the street that say where you're going Are somewhere just being their own
No-where is there to be found Among those afraid of losing their ground Mean grey town known for its sound In places small places un-bound
Now the squares of moving storms Some laughing some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes and black limosouines Some living some standing alone
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