| I’m goin' for high coin, baby
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| Or I ain’t goin' nowhere at all
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| I’m goin' for high coin, baby
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| To keep me high and in and up and down and all
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| While eatwells tried to label you
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| And tear down all the words you’re able to recall
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| That’s all before the fall
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| I’m in the high scenes, baby
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| I’m livin' in for out and high
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| I’m in the high scenes, baby
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| Where days are nights and nights are days of years gone by
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| Where blind men livin' by the rules
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| Are turnin' seekers into fools of words and rhyme
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| That’s fine, it’s my time
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| It looks like high time, baby
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| To stop our lovin' nickel dime
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| We’re in the high times, baby
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| Where words are lost and tempest tossed in lemon lime
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| When times and places effervesce
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| In words of wonder from down under I’m no less
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| I’m fine, it’s my time |