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I know a spellThat would you make wellWrite about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make senseI know a trickForget that you are sickWrite about love, it could be in any form, hand it to me in the morningI hate my job, I'm working way too much (every day I'm stuck in an office)At one o'clock, I take my lunch up on the roof The city's spread below, I'll write about a manHe's intellectual and he's hot, but he understandsThe seconds move on (if you watch the clock)And the sky grows dark (if you're looking up)And the girls move from thrill to thrill on the tightrope walk (on the tightrope walk)I hate my job, I'm working way too much (every day I'm stuck in an office)At one o'clock, I take my lunch up on the roof The city's spread below, I'll write about a manHe's intellectual and he's hot, but he understandsI know a way (so you know the way)Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today)You've got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room (of your living room)You've got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room From Letras Mania