Penthouse

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I'm coming home and the trip from work feels good

and I know there'll be no nieghbors and no woods 

It's sweet to have the leisure suite 

a city of smoke beneath my feet

and everyone is working as they should 

 

No vestige of a parkway love 

I climbed the heavens up above

to sit and stare at an unfamiliar view 

until I finally recognized 

the world, the city, the power lines

that hid the lives of everyone I knew

 

This Penthouse is no friend of mine  

It smiles not, it refuses to shine 

and everytime I leave it feels so wrong 

I leave, and the indigent see me walk

I hear their voices; they never talk

They wonder where i've been for so long

 

I'm coming home, though it took longer than it should

Back to my neighbors and back to my woods

 

 

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