| Gettin' High |
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My, my, oh my
Gonna ride
So high
Got one life
And it's mine to live
Ain't gonna make it
Workin' nine to five
Just to stay alive
Got no fins
For to swim in the sea
Got no wings to fly
But i'm gettin' high
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah i know
Times are bad
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
All i got left
Is a prayer
And a bottle of wine
And i'm feelin' fine
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