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We hear the dealers with the words
That ride the tails
Of their cigarette smoke
Sliding through the tunnels of our ears

Those greasy marionettes of
Real bone and
Stand on the corner of Washington Square

Well our Vision was stinging
And our eyes were blurring

Elevator's got you rising so high
17 floors you want so much more
Elevator's got you rising so high
17 floors you want so much more

There's lightning on the ceiling
Coming from the corner of her eye

Somewhere horses flee from thunder
Somewhere the bones of a cat
Are buried under a garden, yeah
Well there's a radio on
Broken songs empty digression
Won't be long to you and me are gone from here

Lightning on the ceiling
Coming from the corner of her eye
We hear the dealers with the words   That ride the tails   Of their cigarette smoke   Sliding through the tunnels of our ears      Those greasy marionettes of   Real bone and    Stand on the corner of Washington Square      Well our Vision was stinging   And our eyes were blurring      Elevator's got you rising so high   17 floors you want so much more   Elevator's got you rising so high   17 floors you want so much more      There's lightning on the ceiling   Coming from the corner of her eye      Somewhere horses flee from thunder   Somewhere the bones of a cat   Are buried under a garden, yeah    Well there's a radio on   Broken songs empty digression   Won't be long to you and me are gone from here      Lightning on the ceiling   Coming from the corner of her eye