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Can you see the sun? Can you see the sun? |
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Getting high, high, high, high, high |
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Can you see the sun? Can you see the sun? |
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Getting high, high, high, high, high |
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You my starling eyes, young and soft and wise |
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Stumbling never falling |
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We can count the days |
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Lost in yester-haze wind |
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Well I felt like hell, lying where I fell |
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Getting high, high, high, high, high |
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Well I felt like hell, lying where I fell |
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Getting high, high, high, high, high |
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Moving with the roll, living paints your soul |
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Darker every day |
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We can take the pain |
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And come back again why, why? |
