When I look up at the sky
It’s like being someplace else
Where the grass isn’t littered
Broken glass and strung out kids
On who knows what (planet or plane)

When I look up at the sky
I think that maybe it’s not strange
To believe and want to fly

I know you cannot blame me
For wanting to rise higher
Above the troubles of the world
Horny boys and screaming girls

Life isn’t giggles and fun
It’s a weight that weighs a ton
It’s so much it brings you down
Then you’re lying on the ground
And you’re staring at the sky

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