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ILLUSTRATION + DESIGN

When I come home feelin’ tired and beat

I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)

I get away from the hustling crowd

And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof)

On the roof, the only place I know

Where you just have to wish to make it so

Let’s go up on the roof (up on the roof)

Carole King + Gerry Goffin

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