My name is Luca I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was
Strange is it not how a lyric's meaning can be transposed by conjuring a new illustrative image to your mind's eye? The original intention is described here.
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You have lost the plot !
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