I‘m so high I daren’t look down but I don’t even miss the ground good riddance to bad vibrations I’m just an infant laughing at the
sun the universe and I are one… …it’s a perfect fit… …hand
in glove …so don’t blow my
high let me fly with the birds I got the ornithology and there’s magic in my words
but I ain’t bobbing for apples this is a game I can never win but I shoot when I’m hot and I’m ready to fly more often than not …angling
for the short prize aiming kinda low… I might just beat the system it depends on where I go sometimes I can fly away keep the blues at bay …gravity is patient with madmen… …but I’m bound to crash someday
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