| Walking down these concrete streets |
| I can see the glittering windows |
| and the twinkling lights of the playwrites' stages. |
| I can see the brilliant diamonds |
| and the perpetually smiling of well groomed faces. |
| Out here in the city where the sun don't set |
| where when the clouds shed rain you still don't get wet. |
| Where all it takes to make a good man rich |
| is a little bit of work and a suit well stitched. |
| And I've got my penthouse and my own Monet |
| but there's still something missing at the end of the day. |
| So one of these days when the sun comes up |
| I'm going to make my mind to let things drop |
| I'm going to take the stairs up onto the roof |
| And make a leap to the Heavens with a wish to be with you. |
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