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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