Flying high
Flying high!! Touching the sky!!! Just getting by. Boy, I love this place. The weed is good, the speed is better. If I had time I'd write you a letter. No time to eat. No time to sleep. I just love the race. I'm on the track, I can't look back. Chasing the high that still tries to evade me. I track it down and we go round and round. I love a good nod in the morning. Crack cocaine, pcp - it's all the same to me. There's no time to write it down, I'm chasing a high I once found. Time is short - I'm getting high I've only got time to - Die.
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