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Flying High

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  1. [verwijderd] 10 november 2006 08:35
    We 're flying high
    We 're flying right up to the sky
    We fly so high
    We're flying right up to the sky
    We fly so high, we fly so high

    Yes I don't need no stress
    'Cause that's the kind of stuff that makes a mess
    Breakin' me down and takin' me to the test
    Keepin' me brother from givin' my best
    Gotta chill gotta chill gotta gotta kill
    Before I cannot feel anything that's goin' down
    Turnin' my head around and around
    Takin' me to the highest level
    Diggin' my own grave with a shovel
    Many boss remain in my brain
    Cover me truly and sing.
    I cannot speak, I cannot speak
    I wake up sweatin' up in my sleep
    That's why, that's why I'm flyin' high.

    We're flying high (We're flying high)
    We're flying right up to the sky
    We fly so high (We fly so high)
    We're flying right up to the sky
    With an extra station from the ground
    The stars are shining round and round
    So high we're flying right up to the sky.
    We're flying high (We fly so high, we fly so high)
    We're flying high.

    Yeah that's the way I got to go
    When everybody's singin' my mo and mo
    Pickin' up the record in a record store
    Hollywood, Hollywood on the radio
    Jammin', jammin' forty people bang me
    It's me and gets his slam in right
    So why don't you play all night
    Puttin' on the jeans and the jeans all tight
    Gotta go gotta go gotta go now
    Try to relax and I don't know how
    Listenin' to the sound I like to hear best
    The sound that makes me cheer
    I'm gettin' away from a everyday cry
    Runnin' away from hardcore lie
    I'm flyin', I'm flyin' high.

  2. [verwijderd] 10 november 2006 09:32
    (I saw her today at the reception
    A glass of wine in her hand
    I knew she was gonna meet her connection
    At her feet was a footloose man)

    I saw her today at the reception
    A glass of wine in her hand
    I knew she was gonna meet her connection
    At her feet was a footloose man

    You can't always get what you want
    You can't always get what you want
    You can't always get what you want
    But if you try sometimes you just might find
    You'll get what you need

    I went down to the demonstration
    To get my fair share of abuse
    Singing "we're gonna vent our frustrations,
    And if we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"

    repeat chorus

    I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
    To get your prescription filled
    I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
    And man, did he look pretty ill
    We decided that we would have a soda
    My favorite flavor, cherry red
    I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
    And he said one word to me, and that was "damn"
    I said to him

    chorus

    I saw her today at the reception
    In her glass was a bleeding man
    She was practiced at the art of deception
    Well I could tell by her bloodstained hands

    chorus

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