| I’m not high, not too lowly
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| I try to fly but I beat my wings too slowly
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| I just got back from a foreign land
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| Sit in my kitchen beat pots and pans
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| Only you can fill my hands the right way
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| I’m not high
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| I’m not high, not too lowly
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| I try to get by on wine and poetry
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| Music from the good places
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| Go light and don’t leave a trace it’s
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| On to the next place so quickly
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| Goodbye
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| I’m not high, but I will be
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| If you stop by, ah, you kill me
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| A two-day hug, a three-day kiss
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| A loving stretch of common bliss I
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| Did not know it could be like this
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| But I do now
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| I’m not high, no no no I’m not
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| I’m not high, not too lowly
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| The days go by just like they know me
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| They know just how to get my goat
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| They kiss me hard and then grab me by the throat
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| Then they sail away in a little boat, westerly
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| Goodbye |