There's a light on the nineteenth floor tonight
They don't know there won't even be a fight
But they'll find out I've tired of all the things I've called my own
When they go to the final mat alone
Don't even waste the man hours on us
We are finding no solution
Call all the boys in from the fighting fronts
We have lost the revolution
None of the soaring flight we dreamed is any closer to perfection
And all I want is one to fold my arms around, we are throwing the election
There's a light on in Joanie's room tonight
I've got a feeling it's all rigged
I've got a feeling it ended a long time ago, nobody tells me
I've got a feeling it's over now
I've got a feeling it's over now
I've got a feeling the votes are in and I got none
And all I want is one
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