| Another summer for the city,
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| and on the thirty- three bus downtown,
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| you said «I'm getting higher than you «so I took the subway to your suburb
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| saw your mother in an all white gown,
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| she said «I'm getting high how bout you?»
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| so long sleep,
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| its been real deep, but
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| with all these sheep on my cloud,
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| I keep on losing count.
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| see me riding all around town?
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| an angry boy is a hungry boy.
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| island ridin',
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| no one’s around.
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| a hungry boy is an angry boy
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| bomb threat on the train,
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| and there’s a man on a ledge in Bed Stuy,
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| who said, «I'm getting higher than you!»
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| nowadays I’m feeling just like him,
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| ready to blow up or ready to die
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| so I’m getting high, how bout you?
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| Jesus Christ, I was stoned last night,
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| they had me up on a cross,
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| I woke up feeling lost.
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| see me riding?
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| and there’s no one around in my sight
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| for miles and miles
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| just an empty bottle of booze
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| with no text inside
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| to tell the folks I’m
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| island ridin'
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| stories high |