I know a spell

That would make you well

Write about love

It can be in any tense

But it must make sense



I know a trick

Forget that you are sick

Write about love

It can be in any form

Hand it to me in the morning



I hate my job

I'm working way too much

Everyday I'm stuck in an office



At one o clock I take my lunch up on the roof

The city spread below

I write about a man

He's intellectual and he's hot..

But he understands



The seconds move on (if you watch the clock)




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And the sky grows dull (if you're looking up)

But the girl steps from thrill to thrill

On the tightrope walk



I hate my job

I'm working way too much

Everyday I'm stuck in an office



At one o clock I take my lunch up on the roof

The city spread below

I write about a man

He's intellectual and he's hot..

But he understands



I know a way

Get on your skinny knees and pray

You've got to see the dreams through the

Windows and the trees of your living room

You've got to see the dreams through the

Windows and the trees of your living room

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