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My hands are a city, my building’s a hundred floors
My fist is a hammer they knock on a hundred doors
My voice is a signal calling out
My hands are a city, my building’s a hundred floors
My fist is a hammer they knock on a hundred doors
My voice is a signal calling out
Won’t you wait a little while
My hands are a city, my mind is a million roads
My heart beats in rhythm, your heart beats in Morse code
Your voice is a signal calling out
Won’t you wait a little while
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