Fly (3:23)

VERSE 1:
I'll do it tomorrow.
That's what you tell you self at home.
I'll achieve my sorrow but we all know that's not what you want.

PRE-CHORUS:
You got it bad falling over.

CHORUS:
I'm stoned all around; feeling numb.
Can't touch that ground.
So high that I found I could fly. Fly. Fly. Fly.
Goodbye to sitting down.
It's a laughing town the way I am.
So high that I found I could fly. Fly. Fly. Fly.

VERSE 2:
I lay back on the sofa.
Another way to prolong being slow.
Emotions a clutter.
Easy to ignore I've wasted what I know.
Tragically sad being held under.

Chorus:

BRIDGE:
So high I could fly.
So what's it about that bong that makes me feel a little anal-retentive.
Hallucinogens that get me so high and overly sensitive. I'll do it tomorrow.

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