Flying High in the friendly sky,(
Without leaving the ground,(
Rest of the folks are tired and weary(
And have laid their bodies down(I go to the place where danger waits -(
And its bound to forsake me.
So stupid minded,
(But I go crazy, when I cant find it,
In the morning I'll be alright my friends -
(Soon the night - will bring the pains again
Flying hight in the friendly sky,(
Without ever leaving the ground,
(Aint seen nothing but trouble baby - paraphernalia is my name(
Theres a place where the feeling awaits me,
Self destructions in my hands
So stupid minded,(
But I go crazy, when I can find it
I know Im hooked my friends, (
To the boy(
Who makes slaves out of men...
((I did the best I could)
(I did the best I could()
Yeah, no, no
Take me away, take me away...
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