the high

A city bird above the street / it flaps its wings to keep the beat / I drink and smoke to do the same / it’s not the blues that’s all to blame / I know it’s killing me / but what can I do / I can’t live without the high / I can’t live without the high / someday still I’ll have to say goodbye / no matter how low I might fly / I know the well is running dry / but I can’t live without the high / a city bird escapes the heat / it soars a mile above the street / I drink and smoke to feel the breeze / and hear the hidden melodies / I know it’s killing me / but what can I do / I can’t live without the high / I can’t live without the high / someday still I’ll have to say goodbye / no matter how low I might fly / I know the well is running dry / but I can’t live without the high / I can’t live / I can’t live / I can’t live without the high.

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