I got a house that you can run in
Hollywood hills, panoramic windows the sun in—
No more Broadway junction;
Fly in jfk, then. Fly away—just like I wanted
Private function up in a five star loft,
Invite only,
Undisclosed location,
Address on tickets you just bough from me
Invite only black tie, tie dye shirt under the bomber
I'm off in the morning.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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