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Lyrics:
Got to get out of TV Just pick a point and go The ticker tape tangles my feet As I search for a face that I know
Come on, tower crane driver There's not so far to go
I must have been working the ropes When your hand slipped from mine Now I live off the mirrors and smoke It's a joke, a fix, a lie
Come on, tower crane driver Oh so far to fall
Send up a prayer in my name Just the same They say I'm on top of my game Gentle gentle love Send up a prayer in my name
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