I\'m moving to Tokyo,
Cuz I\'m tired of San Francisco.
My contracts are finally void,
And I am getting out.
On houses and building tops,
I swallow the beams and sundrops.
If my echos could reach your ears,
Then I could save my calls.
What happens when I\'m above.
The east river when you are in love.
We\'re staring at all these lights,
And I am going blind.
Fill all of the navy yards,
With hard working security guards.
Cuz the numbers are wearing off,
My plastic access cards.
How can I begin to say,
I feel better off when we stay.
In Paris on winter nights,
Beneath the snowy veil.
Content like a panda bear,
Still breathing the fresh mountain air.
I\'ll put on a diving tank,
And sing when I inhale.
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