Getting High
There is a feeling in the sky
The one I want when I get high
In a sea of nothingness
Suspendedness in righteousness
Wounds run deep
But I can sneak
A shoulder full of problems, bleak
Fade away and as the days
Get older and the light gets bleak
Once again I long to find
The secret that I left behind.
The one I want when I get high
In a sea of nothingness
Suspendedness in righteousness
Wounds run deep
But I can sneak
A shoulder full of problems, bleak
Fade away and as the days
Get older and the light gets bleak
Once again I long to find
The secret that I left behind.
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