You live in a highrise
No pigeons or butterflies
Limp beyond your means
Like you've always dreamed
In a room painted gallery-white
Isn't it nice
This 21st century life
Cool as concrete
Sleepless in pale moonlight
You only go out at night
Isn't it nice
In your highrise
Living your best life
You're never satisfied
What's not to love
Up in the sky
Flying first class
Between cities made of glass
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