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Threshold, why do you trouble me so?
When I have the chance to cross you, why does my heart say "Whoaa"
And leave me clinging to the gangplank with the boat set to go?
So I stand outside of heaven, with a suitcase in my hand.
St Peter, why do you rattle those keys?
Must you guard the gates of heaven like they house some disease,
While I stumble to the dance floor with these pins in my knees?
And I stand outside of heaven, with a suitcase in my hand.
[Chorus:] We built this city out of hotels, farewells are only a few words away.
If my heart should find its own place, suitcase, would you allow me to stay?
Suitcase, why must you lead me astray?
I could take you to Left Luggage, I could lock you away,
But I know that faint and distant I would still hear you say:
"You will stand outside of heaven, with a suitcase in your hand".
[Chorus, twice]
We built this city out of hotels, with a suitcase in our hand.
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