Sky High It totally gets quite when your around everything I bite my lip I think of you It seems that I'm flying Not usta the way I walk It was different Chorus Things are different now...Yeah Its not the money though We fly sky high over LA Different DAy We know how it is Why do I sit and write about this? Things go on and on forever I'm not spoiled "Repeat Chorus" Why do you not talk to me? You type your letters out It take's a man Luck was under the bucket A horseshoe with luck Luck explodes in your face Things are sky-high Diffrent addresses Differnt lives Your wife... My Life.... Action Figure-He-man In that little room, in the toy box throwing thisin thatI find him Plastic little man old and faded sword missing shield near So perfect, So perfect I thrown him around, ripping his little head. Legs missing Mom yelling A feeling of childhood is near Perfect so perfect I dig in the box for more. find more to be a child about Barbie is gone, head in trash Hair is cut like a shash perfect, so perfect Play like a little child.. Brush theie hair, cut off their feet Dolls don't have souls They are in our minds Cut off their hair, Dress them up Go futher childhood is seeping in!
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