Flying High in the friendly sky,
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Without leaving the ground,
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Rest of the folks are tired and weary
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And have laid their bodies down
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I go to the place where danger waits -
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And its bound to forsake me.
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So stupid minded,
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But I go crazy, when I cant find it,
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In the morning I'll be alright my friends-
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Soon the night - will bring the pains again
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Flying hight in the friendly sky,
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Without ever leaving the ground,
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Aint seen nothing but trouble baby - paraphernalia is my name
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Theres a place where the feeling awaits me,
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Self destructions in my hands
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So stupid minded,
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But I go crazy, when I can find it
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I know Im hooked my friends,
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To the boy
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Who makes slaves out of men...
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Ahhh yeah
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[The Originals:]
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I did the best I could
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Nobody understood
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Ahhh yeah
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I did the best I could
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Nobody understood
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Sad Tomorrows
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| Marvin Gaye |
