| We’re the lifted boys and girls and we are on a roll
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| Listening to everything from grunge to rock n' roll
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| Our feet don’t touch the ground
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| Fly like a plastic bag that’s lifted
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| We inhale the helium and leave the shit below
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| We don’t get in traffic jams, we’re shining on this road
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| With sunshine on our faces
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| We keep it super basic, lifted
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| We got lifted on a Monday
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| Then we floated away and it was Sunday
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| All we want is to forget
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| All we want is to forget
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| We get high up on the low down
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| Every day spinning like a merry-go-round
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| All we want is to forget
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| All we want is to forget
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| Wake up every morning, we got troubles at our door
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| We get lifted right away, no we don’t touch the floor
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| We want to see in colour
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| We want to feel each other lifted
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| Drifting through the day, no I don’t make my mama proud
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| She keep trying to talk to me, but I am in the clouds
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| No we don’t feel the pressure
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| Up here the air is fresher, lifted
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| We got lifted on a Monday
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| Then we floated away and it was Sunday
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| All we want is to forget
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| All we want is to forget
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| We get high up on the low down
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| Every day spinning like a merry-go-round
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| All we want is to forget
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| All we want is to forget
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| We got lifted on a Monday
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| Then we floated away and it was Sunday
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| All we want is to forget
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| All we want is to forget
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| We get high up on the low down
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| Every day spinning like a merry-go-round
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| All we want is to forget
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| All we want is to forget |