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Flying High in the friendly sky,Without leaving the ground,Rest of the folks are tired and wearyAnd have laid their bodies downI 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 againFlying hight in the friendly sky,Without ever leaving the ground,Aint seen nothing but trouble baby - paraphernalia is my nameTheres a place where the feeling awaits me,Self destructions in my handsSo stupid minded,But I go crazy, when I can find itI know Im hooked my friends,To the boyWho makes slaves out of men...Ahhh yeahI did the best I couldNobody understoodAhhh yeahI did the best I couldNobody understood
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