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A Walk Across The Rooftops
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I walk across the rooftops
I follow a broken Thread
Of white rags falling slowly down
Flags caught on the fences

I am in love, I am in love with you
I am in love, I am in love with you

I walk across the rooftops
The jangle of Saint Steven's bells
The telephones that ring all night
Incommunicado

I am in love, I am in love with you
I am in love, I am in love with you

The traffic lights are changing
The black and white horizon
I leave the quiet redstone
And walk across the rooftops

I walk across the rooftops
On graduation day
To look for independence, yeah

I am in love, I am in love with you
I am in love, I am in love with you

The lights are always changing
The black and white horizon
I leave the redstone building
And walk across the rooftops, yeah

I walk across the rooftops

I walk across the rooftops


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Why did we ever come so far ?
I knew I'd seen it all before
Tall building reach up in vain
Tinseltown is in the rain
I know now love was so exciting

Tinseltown in the rain
Oh men and women
Here we are, caught up in this big rhythm

One day this love will all blow over
Time for leaving the parade
Is there a place in this city
A place to always feel this way
And hey, there's a red car in the fountain

Tinseltown in the rain
Oh men and women
Here we are, caught up in this big rhythm

Do I love you ? Yes I love you
Will we always be happy go lucky ?
Do I love you ? Yes I love you
But it's easy come, and it's easy go
All this talking is only bravado yeah

Oh, Tinseltown

Tinseltown in the rain
Oh men and women
Here we are, caught up in this big rhythm
Tinseltown in the rain
Oh men and women
Here we are, caught up in this big rhythm
Tinseltown is in the rain
Tinseltown is in the rain
Tinseltown is in the rain
Tinseltown is in the rain

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I love you ? Yes I love you
Will we always be happy go lucky ?
Do I love you ? Yes I love you
But it's easy come, and it's easy go
All this talking, talking is only bravado

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tinseltown is in the rain
Tinseltown is in the rain
Tinseltown is in the rain

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I leave the home of a lifetime
Like any son
I have hope and good intentions
And wandering into the daybreak
I learn as I go
To fall laughing into the water

Sticks and the stones are your broken promises
We wait too long to go from rags to riches
I am in love, I am in love with a feeling
A wild wild sky, a wild wild sky

Fences and tumble down bridges surround and divide
I wear a coat of many colours, of many colours
The sticks and the stones, our broken promises
I wait no longer to go from rags to riches

People are leaving the squalor
They're leaving the houses and fires
And starting out
We find the waiting country

Sticks and the stones are your broken promises
I wait no longer, I go from rags to riches

From rags to riches
I go from rags to riches
Go from rags to riches

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I'm taking off this party hat
The white situation is over
A new situation begins
Red guitar is broken
To beat the drum of youth again
Take too long to say

Stay, stay, stay and I will understand you
Stay, I will understand you

I write a new book everyday
The love theme for the wilderness
I fit the words together
Candy girls want candy boxes
She loves the musicbox forever
She's crying on my shoulder

Stay, stay, stay and I will understand you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will understand you

Summer girls in disarray
Can be so free and easy now
Well, we'll be free and easy

Stay, stay, stay and I will understand you
Stay, I will understand you

I write a new book everyday
A love theme for the wilderness
A love theme


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The line of traffic comes to a stand still
For the love King, out in the morning air
I find a place I started from
The wild is calling, this time I follow
Easter parade

In the bureau typewriter's quiet
Confetti falls from every window
Throwing hats up in the air
A city perfect in every detail

Easter parade

I know you, birthday cards and silent music
Paperbacks and Sunday clothes

In hallways and railway stations
Radio across the morning air
A crowd of people everywhere
And then the people, all running forward


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You live beneath another star
You are pretending love is worth waiting for
You always breathe another air
The rivers in the distance must be leading somewhere

Heatwave, Heatwave
Why is it rolling down on the young and foolish?
Heatwave, Heatwave
Are we rich or poor ?
Does it matter anymore?
Heatwave

Can this be all we will desire ?
Straw houses in the promised land
Why is it time for taking sides ?
When all I say and do is take too many chances

Heatwave, Heatwave
Why is it rolling down on the young and foolish ?
Heatwave, Heatwave
Are we rich or poor ?
Does it matter anymore?
Heatwave

Will I tell you ?
Will you listen ?
If I tell you, what will happen ?

Heatwave, Heatwave
Why is it rolling down on the young and foolish ?
Heatwave, Heatwave
Are we rich or are we poor ?
Does it matter anymore?
In a heatwave
Heatwave, Heatwave
Why is it rolling down on the young and foolish ?
Heatwave, Heatwave

Are we rich or are we poor ?
Does it matter anymore?


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Automobile noise
Out in the traffic
Black cars and blue cars go by
Backwards and forward
The names and places I know
Alright I cross the same old ground, yeah

Automobile noise
Exit signs and subway trains
Twenty-four hours, statues in the rain
Walk in the headlights, walk in the daylight
Automobile noise

Climbing a ladder to all the money in the world
Watching it blow across the wire
Automobile noise
Exit signs and subway trains
Twenty-four hours, statues in the rain
Walk in the headlights, walk in the daylight
Automobile noise

I am weary of this fighting
I'm weary of surrender
Heat of the moment
Then the unwinding of it all
Saddle the horses and we'll go

Automobile noise
Exit signs and subway trains
Twenty-four hours, statues in the rain

Walk in the headlights, walk into daylight

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