TURN OFF THE TELEVISION, TURN OFF THE RADIO
SWEET SOLITUDE FOR WE'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
TO THE ROOF OF THE TALLEST BUILDING, WE WILL DESPARATELY DISAPPEAR
I DON'T KNOW BUT ITS BETTER THAN BEING HERE
CHORUS
THERE'LL BE NOTHING WRONG ON PLANET EARTH TONIGHT
NOTHING'S WRONG AT ALL
NOTHING'S WRONG ON PLANET EARTH TONIGHT
THE CITY, SHE'S GROWN TIRED AS HER BABIES GO TO SLEEP
UP HERE IN HER QUIET AIR, WE BE FOOLISH AND NAIVE
FROM THIS 50 SOMETHING LOOKOUT, SKYSCRAPING A MILE HIGH
WE'LL BE KING AND QUEEN AND LOVE SUPREME
EVEN IF ITS FOR 1 NIGHT
BRIDGE
GONNA GIVE BACK HER COMPLICATIONS
GONNA SEND 'EM BACK TO HER SORRY WORLD
WE GOTTA THROW BACK HER ULTIMATEMS
AND SEND IT CRASHING BACK DOWN TO EARTH
NO MORE TIED BY HER SAD FRUSTRATIONS
WE'LL LEAVE IT FOR THE LONELY AND ABSURD
AND LIVE IN A SKYLINE CONSTELLATION
50 STOREYS UP ABOVE THE HURT
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