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Flying high in the friendly sky |
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Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no |
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Rest of the folks are tired and weary |
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Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. |
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I go the place where danger awaits me |
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and it's bound to forsake me. |
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So stupid minded. |
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I can't help it |
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oh ya, so stupid minded. |
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But I go crazy when I can't find it, |
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In the morning, I'll be alright, my friend. |
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But soon the night will bring the pains, |
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The pain, oh the pain |
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Flying high in the friendly sky |
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Without ever leaving the ground |
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And I ain't seen nothing but trouble baby |
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Nobody really understands, no no |
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And I go to the place where the good feelin' awaits me |
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Selfdestruction in my hand |
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Oh Lord, so stupid minded |
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Oh and I go crazy when I can't find it |
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Well I know I'm hooked my friend |
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To the boy who makes slaves out of men. |
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And oh beleive me |
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Flying high in a friendly sky |
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Oh baby, flyin' high |
