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Bugs on the telephone, poison in the letters
Down below the streets of gold
Are filled to the brim with go-getters
But up here on the 14th floor
With my confidential friend
It's just two of us waiting for the fighting to end
Up here it's alright, out there it's a stange world
They sing a song that doesn't rhyme
In a language I've never heard
The truth is I'd never leave you for another girl
Up here it's heaven, out there it's a stange world
Good hearts going under, when the pressure is non stop
No time to wonder, what happens after they hit the top,
With riches to burn and ambition to spend
We're still here waiting for the fighting to end
