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Eight Miles High - TMC Hit Makers
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.
Nowhere is
There warmth to be found
Among those afraid of
Losing their ground
Rain gray town
Known for its sound
In places small faces unbound
Round the squares
Huddled in storms
Some laughing
Some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone
