Heavy High

Jul 08, 2004 12:45

Gotta be the first to know where the breeze is blowing,
I should be the one to go, but resigned to stay,
Taking back every word, when I meant to mean it,
I run,
Run,
Run away.

Gotta be the one to say, how naked you are feeling,
Gotta be the one to give the things that I need,
Looking at things I do, you could call me lonely,
I'll run,
Run,
Run away.

Well, I tried it, and I liked it,
Never have denied it, now I want it and I need it, you'll be there to feed it,it's a habit,
I can't break it, show me how to make it, can you show me this heavy high.
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