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Sun The Waiting On High

Struttin' so tall like only Chicken Little can With your coy glance and your flirty look You attention starved whore boy you wrote that book Then she left me Waiting on high

to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string The sun hides itself, concealing its grin And waits for the dawn to reveal itself

a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale stress Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my

permanently happy now now now so many reasons to shed so many tears that i could drown / mmmm but i stay high and dry floating above the water on this

As you finally hit the ground Turn around and remember that now you?re standing tall Standing on sacred ground, standing on sacred ground Standing on

alone, we didn't need much more) Shoot high, aim low (The sun's so hard on this endless highway) Shoot high, let go Shoot high, aim low Shoot high, let go Shoot high

tales Course the compass to offer Into a time that we've all seen on Into a time that we've all seen on High the memory carry on While the moments start

don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew shed have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on, under the willow We can have high times if you

on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The