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Up here in my tree, yeah |
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Newspapers meant enough to me, yeah |
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No more crowbars to my head, yeah |
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I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah |
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I wave to all my friends, yeah |
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Oh, they don't seem to notice me, no no |
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All their eyes are on the street, no, oh |
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On sidewalk, cigarettes and scenes, oh |
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And I'm so high above the ground |
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And I'm so high, the wind, he shakes |
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I'm just holdin' on to my innocence |
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Hey, [Incomprehensible] on the run |
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Well now hey [Incomprehensible] on the run |
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I remember him, yeah |
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I swore I knew everything, oh |
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Oh and knowledge is a dream, oh |
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Oh, he's growing up just like me, oh |
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And I'm so high, the wind, he shakes |
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And I'm so high, well above the ground |
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And I'm still holdin' on to my innocence |
